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Went with Smiles and Song - , to Buy with 
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THE LOGBOOK 


OF THE 

NAVAL AIRCRAFT ASSOCIATION 
OF PHILADELPHIA 



Recorded by 

JOHN MeCLURE, A. P. S. 

One of the Fellows who helped Organize the 
Association , and its first Executive Secretary 


Published by the Association as a 
Souvenir of War Service at the Naval Aircraft Factory 
League Island Navy Yard, Philadelphia 

1917-1918 



















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LOGBOOK, N. A. A., 1917-1918 


I T WAS in the Eleventh Month, the Eleventh Day, and 
the Eleventh Hour, that Something- Happened. One 
fine old Hebrew threw down his plane and said, “Good-bye, 
Good Days, and Farewell.” Then came this fine Letter, 
and that’s the best thing- to start this Log-book with: 


Navy Yard 

NAVAL AIRCRAFT FACTORY 

Philadelphia, Pa. 

Office of the Manager 

22 November, 1918. 



TO THE MEN AND WOMEN OF THE 
NAVAL AIRCRAFT FACTORY 

W ITH the ending 1 of the war comes the end of our war 
mission, the large-scale production of aircraft; and 
there begins the peaceful mission of developing the art 
of flying. 

With this change of mission comes a readjustment of 
work involving the demobilization of a large part of our 
force; and this message is to those of us who are about 
to resume their peace-time activities. 

In August, 1917, the site of the Naval Aircraft Factory 
was a vacant lot. On it today are buildings and other 
equipment costing nearly $5,000,000, housing 3700 workers, 
and receiving for assembly the output of more than 7000 
other workers in feeder plants. The factory has produced 
a large number of planes, and since it came into produc 
tion has met all demands for output. 

This result was attained because all those who have 
been associated in the work have been loyal, patriotic, 
thorough Americans, who have co-operated and produced 
despite all the vexatious delays and impedances that have 
obstructed us. 

Our joy and thanksgiving due to the ending of the war 
and the accomplishment of our mission are tempered by 
the thoughts of breaking up and parting. We shall not 
all be together again, except in spirit; but in spirit we 
shall always be together, in the future as in the past, 
bound by the recollections of our labors, our trials, and 
our success. p G COBURN, 

Commander, Construction Corps, U. S. Navy, 

Manager. 


O F COURSE, there’s lots of Things out of Place in this 
Souvenir. The Printer Himself sheds tears over 
busted Canons of the Printing Art, but the Worldwide 
roaring Cannon busted a Lot of Things. The Logbook is 
very dignified—at first, but when you get past the Parlor 
you begin to Chuckle. Everything Inside is in Good Humor, 
so don’t bring a Grouch with You. Enter, Fellow War¬ 
riors, and Pass On. Withal, Remember What It Was All 
For. Enter! Don’t stop Production! 

By transtf 6 ** 

’^6 White Bouse, 

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JUN 19 19’* 






NAVAL AIRCRAFT ASSOCIATION 


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“In the Beginning 


the Earth was without Form” 


THE PLANT THAT GREW UP 


“SCIENTIFIC AMERICAN” CALLS NAVY YARD 
AIRCRAFT PLANT A WONDER 

N THE 27th of July, 1917, Secretary of the Navy 



VJ Daniels affixed his signature to a document, which 
authorized the construction of the only Government-owned 
aircraft factory this country has ever possessed. This 
date marks the birth of the Naval Aircraft Factory; 
fourteen days later at the League Island Navy Yard, in 
Philadelphia, construction work itself actually began. It 
was truly a pioneer undertaking and like all such under¬ 
takings the very breadth of its possibilities was measured 
also by the difficulties attendant upon its construction. 

One of its slogans from the very beginning was speed, 
and still more speed. From the day the first spade struck 
earth the work proceeded with an incredible swiftness. 
On the 16th of October the first machinery started in 
motion; three weeks later the keel of the first boat sea¬ 
plane was laid, and in March, 1918, the first service 
machine produced by the factory successfully accom¬ 
plished its initial flight. 

The original manufacturing unit with a ground area 
of 160,000 square feet is a permanent steel structure of 
the most durable type. It was built and equipped in about 
three months’ time at a cost of a million dollars; and the 
mechanics followed so closely on the heels of the builder 
that the entire plant was in operation before the building 
was completed. 

Early in January, 1918, the Navy’s aircraft program 
was very largely expended, carrying it far beyond the 
manufacturing facilities hitherto assigned to the Navy. 
Quite naturally this brought about an enlargement of the 
factory, comprising five buildings with a floor area five 
times that of the original plant. The augmented pro¬ 
gram required new aircraft faster than they could be 
provided by building an entirely balanced factoi y. The 
authorities therefore contemplated that the new exten¬ 
sion should be an assembly plant and in propoi tion to its 















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LOGBOOK, N. A. A., 1917-1918 


growth, privately-owned manufacturing facilities be taken 
off their regular commercial work and placed under contract 
to furnish the hulls, wings and other parts needed. Thus 
branches of this establishment appeared in many places 
through the East and turned their activities to a common 
end under the direction of the Naval Aircraft Factory’s 
staff of engineers. 

The new plant was designed with generous dimensions 
for the accommodation of such larger sizes of planes as 
the future might develop; and the plant itself was laid 
out for manufacture on modern lines, presenting partic¬ 
ularly the feature of progressive assembly. 

A glimpse of the buildings which now extend over forty 
acres of ground along the Delaware offers visual proof of 
the completeness with which the whole undertaking was 
accomplished. One broadside view of the assembly plant 
gives the onlooker the impression of a huge reflector; with 
its thousands of square feet of almost solid glass, the 
effect is truly striking. Within the building, the im¬ 
pression is intensified; the long busy place is literally 
bathed in sunlight and humming with activity. On one 
side is seen a tremendous hull, swung overhead by a 
traveling crane; on another, completed wing panels assem¬ 
bled for inspection, each set spreading over a hundred 
feet in length; ahead is a department where women in 
overalls are contributing their share of work to the fin¬ 
ished whole. 

Beyond, a train pulls out of the factory with planes 
packed for shipment overseas. In truth, the manufac¬ 
turing unit of this aircraft factory is several industries in 
one. There is a large wood-working division, a complete 
metal shop, and a boatbuilding plant, each with numer¬ 
ous subdivisions. And then there is the huge assembly 
division which assembles parts supplied by outside plants, 
as already mentioned. 



Plant 1, Office, Stores, and Plant 2 






NAVAL AIRCRAFT ASSOCIATION 


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When a manager was selected, the site of the Naval 
Aircraft Factory was a level bit of pasture. Few men 
have been assigned a task that loomed so large from the 
very beginning. In this instance the expression, “Built 
from the ground up,’’ applied to the very letter. To Naval 
Constructor F. G. Coburn was assigned the management 
of the enterprise, and because of his wide experience as 
a naval architect and marine engineer, as well as con¬ 
siderable industrial experience, it would be difficult in¬ 
deed to find a man better qualified for the post. 

Obviously, the first step was the securing of an execu¬ 
tive force as a nucleus, and as the officers of the regular 
Navy were needed elsewhere, the manager went about 
selecting from civil life men peculiarly adapted to the 
needs of such an undertaking. It is interesting to note 
that no two of the principal department heads came from 
the same line of industry. 

A feature of the process of developing personnel is the 
apprenticeship school for women. From all walks of 
life have come women with no previous training and 
actuated only by patriotism and the needs of the times. 
Most of their work from the start is on the actual prod¬ 
uct, thus no time, labor or interest is lost. They are 
carefully instructed in factory methods and rules. The 
effectiveness of the means used in adding women to the 
factory’s personnel may well be expressed in figures, since 
nearly 1,000 of the 3,600 employes are women and their 
work is a factor in practically every department. 

Like all sagacious employers of today, the Naval Air¬ 
craft Factory takes good care of its workers. Light, air, 
heat, pleasant surroundings—all these factors enter into 
keeping the personnel at the highest pitch of enthusiasm 
and efficiency. A cafeteria, far above the average, is 
operated within the factory and three meals a day are 
here obtainable. During the noonday luncheon period a 
Naval band furnishes relaxation. 



End view at year’s end 
















8 


LOGBOOK, N. A. A., 1917-1918 



Down below 3,000 feet—all there 


At first glance the giant seaplane of our Navy appears 
formidable while resting on the water, and still more so 
when hauled up on shore where its boat-like body lies 
fully uncovered to view. In flight it does not seem so 
large; indeed, it might well be mistaken for the smaller 
flying boats by the layman, since all aircraft are deceptive 
while in flight. But viewed close up there can be no mis¬ 
take about the size of this craft, with its 110-foot span, 
two Diberty motors developing from 400 to 500 horse¬ 
power each and driving propellers 10 l / 2 feet in diameter, 
and a body over 50 feet in length. The fact is that the 
body, or hull, is nothing short of a 50-foot yacht, but in¬ 
stead of velvet-cushioned berths and other comforts, its 
interior is given over to a tangle of braces, wires, steering 
and controlling devices, instruments, a wireless station, 
a six-station intercommunicating telephone system, fuel 
tanks and guns, all of which are the means of combating 
the U-boat and of carrying out long-distance patrols at 
sea. On the water the seaplane develops a speed up to 
fifty miles an hour, and the moment it slips off the surface 
and soars upwards the speed increases to 100 miles an 
hour. 


THE LONG, LONG TRAIL 

There’s a long, long trail a-winding 
Into the land of my dreams, 

Where the nightingales are singing 
And a white moon beams. 

There’s a long, long night of waiting 
Until my dreams all come true; 

Till the day wlien I’ll be going down 
That Aircraft trail with you. 












NAVAL AIRCRAFT ASSOCIATION 


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Commander F. G. Coburn (The Manager), U. S. Navy 
Let a quotation from Service tell of his Services: 


CARRY ON! 

It’s easy to fight when everything's right, 

And you’re mad with the thrill and the glory. 
It’s easy to cheer when victory’s near. 

And wallow in seas that are gory. 

It’s a different song when everything’s wrong, 
When you’re feeling infernally mortal. 

When it’s ten against one, and hope there is none, 
Buck up, little sailor, and chortle. 


There are some who drift out in an ocean of doubt, 
And some who in brutishness wallow, 

There are others, I know, who in piety go, 

Because of a Heaven to follow. 

But to labor with zest and to give of your best, 
For the sweetness and joy of the giving, 

To help folks along with a hand and a song, 
Why, there’s the real sunshine of living. 


Carry on! Carry on! 

Let the world be the better for you. 
And at last when you die, 

Let this be your cry— 

Carry on, my soul, carry on! 








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A Tribute to Chief Engr., Maj. Wadsworth, Signal Corps 


ENGINEERING DEPARTMENT 

By Rathert 

T HE Engineering Department had its beginning in Wash¬ 
ington, D. C., when the entire factory organization con¬ 
sisted of four members: Manager F. G. Coburn, Mr. A. E. J. 
Male, Mr. R. J. Tullar, and Mr. G. A. Rathert. 

The latter two were the first men of the Engineering 
Department. These began work about the middle of 






































NAVAL AIRCRAFT ASSOCIATION 


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September, 1917. The offices were moved to Philadelphia, 
October 1, 1917. Chief Engineer Maj. G. R. Wadsworth 
arrived October 8, 1917, and the Engineering Department 
was soon definitely organized. 

The work at first included production plans, for aircraft, 
factory layouts and factory equipment; but the organiza¬ 
tion of the Maintenance Department took away the factory 
work and left the Engineering Department to do the 
drafting and design work on aircraft alone. The first 
production drawing was issued November 2, 1917. 

As the department grew with the addition of new men, 
and as work increased in scope, ten sections were formed: 

Experimental Section— 

Experimental Design, construction and testing of new 
models. 

Design Section— 

Production drafting, invention, cost estimates, special 
studies, records and issues. 

Engineering Service Section— 

Service to outside contractors in interpreting plans. 

Trial Section— 

Plane performance and development. 

Special Records Section— 

Special data. 

Specifications and Intelligence Section— 

Writing of all specifications and decision on substi¬ 
tutes, information, library, etc. 

Inspection Section— 

Inspection of all planes, parts, and raw material. 

Wood Technology— 

Special studies and data on woods, inspectors’ school. 

Photographic Section— 

Photographic records of all factory and aircraft devel¬ 
opment. 

Testing Section— 

Tests on all materials. 

Strength, chemical, metallurgical, miscellaneous. 



Alight of F-5-L beside City Hall Lights 
















12 


LOGBOOK, N. A. A., 1917-1918 


The growth of this department has kept pace with the 
other departments of the factory, and has been nothing 
short of phenomenal. Consider if you will a force of 
seven men (Chief Engineer and six draftsmen) on the first 
of November, 1917, doing a little bit of everything; and 
a force of 500 a year later with each individual doing a 
specialized work. The growth and specialization is all the 
more notable when you consider that, with but very few 
exceptions, the entire personnel of the department was 
trained from men and women inexperienced along aircraft 
lines. Men gathered from about twenty-five states; 
mechanical engineers, college professors, structural and 
architectural engineers, school teachers, clerks, salesmen, 
factory hands, helpers, etc. 

From November, 1917, to November, 1918, when the 
Armistice was signed, the Design Section issued upwards 
of 16,000 production plans, and sent out enough blue¬ 
prints to carpet Broad Street, Philadelphia, from end to 
end, sidewalk to sidewalk; and keeping an accurate record 
of where each plan went. Ten miles of photostat prints 
were issued. The Specifications Section issued upwards of 
60 miles of specifications. The Experimental Section con¬ 
structed seven planes, and furnished the Design Section 
with accurate data for production drawings. The Photo¬ 
graphic Section made 3000 negatives and 18,000 prints. 

The Engineering Department, it will seem from the 
above, kept pace with the entire factory during the war, 
working under difficulties and at top-notch speed. 

’Tis proud we are of this motley crew, 

Engineers, artists—inventors, too— 

But we played our part—and ’tis mighty plain 
Tirpitz can’t say we worked in vain. 


“WHAT DID YOU SEE OUT THEBE, MY LAD?” 

W/HAT c ^ ic l y°u see out there, my lad, that has set 
▼ ▼ that look in your eyes? You went out a boy, you 
have come back a man, with strange new depths under¬ 
neath your tan. What was it you saw out there, my lad, 
that set such deeps in your eyes?” “Strange things— 
and sad—and wonderful—things that I scarce can tell. 
I have been in the sweep of the Reaper’s scythe, with 
God, and Christ, and Hell. I have seen Christ doing 
Christly deeds; I have seen the Devil at play; I have 
grimped to the sod in the hand of God; I have seen the 
Godless pray. I have seen Death blast out suddenly from 
a clear, blue, summer sky; I have slain like Cain with a 
blazing brain; I have heard the wounded cry. I have 
lain alone among the dead, with no hope but to die; I 
have seen them killing the wounded ones; I have seen 
them crucify. I have seen the Devil in petticoats, wiling 
the souls of men; I have seen great sinners do great deeds, 
and turn to their sins again. I have sped through a hell 
of fiery hail, with fell red-fury shod; 1 have heard the 
whisper of a voice; I have looked into the face of God.” 
“You’ve a right to your deep, high look, my lad, you have 
met God in the ways; and no man looks into His face, 
but he feels it all his days. You’ve a right to your deep, 
high look, my lad, and we thank Him for His grace.” 

JOHN OXENHAM. 









NAVAL AIRCRAFT ASSOCIATION 


13 



Lt. Commander A. P. Lohmann, U. S. Navy 
General Superintendent, a Man, and an Engineer 


YOUR FLAG AND MY FLAG 

By Wilbur D. Nesbit 

Your flag and my flag, 

And how it flies today 
In your land and my land 
And half a world away! 

Rose-red and blood-red 

The stripes forever gleam; 
Snow-white and soul-white— 

The good forefathers’ dream; 
Sky-blue and true-blue, with stars to gleam aright— 
The gloried guidon of the day; a shelter through 

the night. 


“They shall not pass.”— Petain. 

“Lafayette, we are here.”— Pershing'. 

“The American flag - compelled to retire! Counter 
attack!” —Omar Bundy. 

“We can start at once.”— Sims. 

“Dispose of the American forces as you will.” 

—Pershing' to Foch. 













14 


LOGBOOK, N. A. A., 1917-1918 


GIGANTIC SEAPLANE ON CITY HALL PLAZA 

A GIANT seaplane, the product of the Naval Aircraft 
Factory at the Philadelphia Navy Yard, has been fin¬ 
ished and is being exhibited to stimulate interest in the 
Fourth Liberty Loan drive in the central city district 
under the direction of Mrs. Paul Denckla Mills. It has 
been set up in the north plaza of City Hall. 

Lieutenant Commander F. G. Coburn, of the construc¬ 
tion corps of the United States Navy, who is manager of 
the aircraft factory at League Island, announces that 
demonstrations will be given daily by experienced aviators 
and mechanicians to boost the sale of bonds. The erection 
of the plane at the plaza was directed by Lieut. Griswold 
Flagg, 3d, of the construction corps reserve, United States 
Navy, and W. F. Ennis, superintendent of assembly in 
the aircraft plant. 

The exhibit was made posible through the efforts of 
George Wharton Pepper of the Council of National Defense, 
and has been approved by Rear Admiral Benjamin Tappan, 
commandant of the naval station at League Island, and 
Admiral William S. Benson, chief of operations, U. S. N. 

“Stunts” are being arranged by League Island officials 
to aid the women’s committee in the Loan drive. 

The plane on exhibit is the latest development of Amer¬ 
ica, which Rodman Wanamaker built before the war for 
a flight across the ocean. Its wings spread more than 100 
feet and it is about thirty feet in length. The depth 
of the boat is about seven feet and draws about two feet 
of water. The boat with its full crew, weighs seven tons. 
It is twenty feet high. 

Directly under each of the two lower wings are two 
death-dealing depth bombs. These are controlled by a 
pilot, who, on discovery of a U-boat can instantly dis¬ 
charge any one of the bombs. Adorning the port cockpit 
in a ring mount is a Lewis machine-gun. Another is 
at the rear of the plane, while two others are at either 
side. The machine is equipped with two 4 00 horse-power 
Liberty motors. It can travel 100 miles an hour. 

—Lodger, October 5, 1918. 



Small and Large, the Mighty Superintendents 
















NAVAL AIRCRAFT ASSOCIATION 


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Airy, Fairy L-ian, and a Duck of a Boat 


W E HEROES, men, look upon woman as a creature 
born into this world to wear silk dresses, love a man, 
get married and cause trouble. Women are very much like 
an umbrella; a few ribs assembled together and covered 
with silk, you can take them out in any kind of weather 
and bring them home soaked, leave them standing alone 
for a while and your best friend will run off with them. 
But there is this difference—you can shut up an umbrella. 

CRENNAN. 












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“Surrender? Us? You go to (Germany).”— Whittlesey. 

“The hour has come to advance at all costs, to die where 
you stand rather than give way.”— Joffre. 

“Courage—we will get them.”— Petain. 



“My right is crushed, my left is in retreat—I am attack¬ 
ing with my center.”— Foeh. 

“To the very end.”— Gallieni. 

“The day of glory has come.”— Gouraud. 

“With our hacks to the wall we fight to the end.” 

—Haig. 






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Lieut. J. A. Roberts, U. S. Navy 
Superintendent, Plant 2 
“Robbie” 


WE SHALL NOT SLEEP 

“In Planders fields the poppies blow 
Between the Crosses, row on row, 

That mark our place; and in the sky 
The larks still bravely singing fly, 

Scarce heard amidst the guns below. 

We are the dead 

Short days ago we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, 
Loved and were loved, and now we lie 
In Flanders fields. 

Take up our quarrel with the foe, 

To you from falling hands we throw the Torch 
Be yours to hold it high; 

If ye break faith with us who die, 

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow 
In Flanders fields.” — Col. McRea. 

“The German fleet not beaten—let it come out.” 

—Wemyss. 

“My country is too little to commit a great infamy.” 

—Venizelos. 








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Nerve and Brain Specialists—Experimenters 


EXPERIMENTAL DEPARTMENT 

S INCE the birth of the mechanical age, the world has 
always looked to the experimental field for the devel¬ 
opment of new ideas, and the production of new machines. 
To what extent has the Experimental Department of the 
NAF assisted in the development of American aircraft? 
The answer to this question covers the work done for the 
last year. 

The Experimental Department, has been the hardest 
department in the whole Factory in which to make a 
showing so far as production is concerned, but the fact 
that the Factory as a whole has reached such a high 
standard is conclusive proof that our men have been 
very much “on the job.” 

The laying-out of the first C-l Flying Boat, and the con¬ 
struction of the Experimental Machine, was the first 
real evidence of our existence; and this was followed in 
rapid succession by the F-5-L, N-l and F-6-L, not to 
mention the S-A-l, the S-A-2, and the Navy Dirigible. 

A great deal of credit is due the men who developed 
these boats from drawings that were more or less in¬ 
complete, and no one can appreciate this task except 
those that were in the department at that time. 

What has been done in this line in the past is but a 
shadow of what must be done in the future to develop the 
science of flying. In no other factory can this work be 
done to such great advantage as at the U. S. plant, the 
NAF. 

No doubt many of us will live to see the present 
methods cast into the discard and newer theories tried, 
from which will develop a craft now only dreamed of! 
The dreams of today are the realities of tomorrow, and 
in the experiment is found the thing which will make 
our dreams come true. 

What has been done in the development of ocean travel 
from the old-fashioned sailboat to the modern ocean 
greyhound, will be repeated in the science of aircraft, 
and may the U. S., and particularly the NAF at Philadel¬ 
phia, rank first in this field that stretches before us so 
wide and yet to be explored. 









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EMPLOYMENT DEPT. 

By Antipen 

T HE good ship “Employment Department” from the day 
of its launching in the Hull Division, the Factory at 
that time consisting of but two weak-looking walls was 
under the guiding hand of Joseph H. Willits, or “J. H. W.” 
Those of us who remember November and December, 1917, 
will readily visualize J. H. W. in a red sweater, somewhat 
longer than his coat, munching a sandwich and interview¬ 
ing applicants for employment, or discussing the labor 
situation at the same time. 

Marion Elderton, secretary to “J. H. W.,” was the first 
woman in the Naval Aircraft Factory. Her initial appear¬ 
ance took place before the Factory could boast of four 
walls. For steadfastness of purpose, honest-to-goodness 
ability, and brains,—you’ve got to hand it to Marion. 

Frank Parker with the twinkling brown eyes and flow¬ 
ery speech—who ever saw F. P. sitting for five minutes at 
a stretch? And those legs of his’n! Did you ever see 
him step? Talk about your seven league boots. Alas, 
like all other great men, Frank had a failing—(this is 
confidential)—when dictating a letter in which “etc.” oc¬ 
curred, he would insist that it be spelled in full— 
“etcetera” and if there was occasion for several “etcs.” the 
letter looked as though it had been sprinkled with some 
foreign concoction. _ 

AMERICA 

My native country, thee— 

Land of the noble free— 

Thy name I love; 

I love thy rocks and rills, 

Thy woods and templed hills; 

My heart with rapture thrills 
Like that above. 



Lieut. H. A. Pumpelly, U. S. Navy 
The Air-Gob’s Pride 










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TEXT OE KAISER’S ABDICATION 

T'HE former German Emperor’s act of renunciation 
A was issued November 30, 1918, by the new German 
Government “in order to reply to certain misunderstand¬ 
ing’s which have arisen with regard to the abdication.” 
It reads as follows: 



“By the present document T renounce forever my rights 
to the crown of Prussia and the rights to the German 
impenal crown. I release at the same time all the officials 
of the German Empire and Prussia and also all officers 
non-commissioned officers and soldiers of the Prussian 










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Navy and Army and of contingents from confederated 
States from the oath of fidelity they have taken to me, 
as their Emperor, King, and supreme chief. 

“I expect from them until a new organization of the 
German Empire exists that they will aid those who 
effectively hold the power in Germany to protect the 
German people against the menacing dangers of anarchy, 
famine, and foreign domination. 

“Made and executed and signed by our own hand with 
the imperial seal at Amerongen. November 28. WILLIAM.” 


ARMISTICE ORDERS TO ALLIED ARMIES 

O RDERS announcing that the armistice between the 
Allied Powers and Germany had been signed and 
giving directions as to the future conduct of Allied 
soldiers along the line were sent to every corps on the 
morning of November 11, 1918. They were transmitted 
to the units in the front ranks. The orders follow: 



Lieut. J. F. Williams, U. S. Navy 
“A real Prince, beloved by Royal Men” 











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LOGBOOK, N. A. A., 1917-1918 


“I. You are informed that hostilities will cease along 
the whole front at 11 o’clock A. M., Nov. 11, 191<S, Paris 
time. II. No Allied troops will pass the line reached by 
them at that hour and date until further orders. III. Divi¬ 
sion commanders will immediately sketch the location of 
their front line. This sketch will be returned to head¬ 
quarters by the courier bearing these orders. IV. All 
communication with the enemy, both before and alter the 
termination of hostilities, is absolutely forbidden. In 
case of violation of this order, severest disciplinary meas¬ 
ures will be immediately taken. Any olficer offending will 
be sent to Headquarters under guard. V. Every emphasis 
will be laid on the fact that the arrangement is an armis¬ 


tice only, and not a peace. VI. There must not be the 
slightest relaxation of vigilance. Troops must be pre¬ 
pared at any moment for further operations. VII. Special 
steps will be taken by all commanders to insure strictest 
discipline and that all troops be held in readiness fully 
prepared for any eventuality. VIII. Division and Brigade 
Commanders will personally communicate these orders to 
all organizations.” 


THE NAF BOAT SHOP 

By Eli Townsend 

W HILE every department of the Aircraft Factory has 
performed wonders, the Boat Shop has just gone along 
without “fuss or feathers” and demonstrated a fact—that 
it is manned by one of the most efficient crews in the 
establishment, and the way we crowded the Final 
Assembly is proof of this assertion. 

The method of progressive assembling was a boat-shop 
innovation and the way it worked out was a surprise 
and one of the seven wonders. 

Our personnel is made up of men from every state 
in the union. As some one said: men from “Hell to 
Guinea,” the pick of the various towns they represent. 

For instance, our superintendent, Mr. W. T. Rote, came 
here from Island Heights, New Jersey, where he was en¬ 
gaged in the boat building business. He is a versatile 
character and a volatile one. At home he is “your Honor,” 
or “Mr. Mayor,” and the way he dispenses justice strikes 
terror to the stoutest offender, and he don’t forget to 
bring his ideas of Jersey Justice into the shop, where 
he is square and fair—the men know it. 

Then comes Mr. B. P. Slade, Assistant Superintendent. 
Mr. Slade comes from Lincoln, Nebraska, and is a neighbor 
of “W. J. B.” and like his prototype, he has a gift of 
speech that is refreshing. Before coming here he was 
with the Day ton-Wright Airplane Company, and absorbed 
so much of their expert knowledge that it seriously im¬ 
paired the efficiency of their plant, but it was only 
transferred, so what was their loss was our gain. 

Next we have Mr. Crossan, leading man in charge of 
bench work and manufacturing. Mr. Crossan is regarded 
as our best-looking guy. He is young but married, and 
when we think of the fragrance wasted on the desert air, 
and the disappointment of admiring maidens—we wonder 
whether good looks are really a blessing after all. His 
line before coming here was construction work in the 
Philadelphia vicinity. 

The next in order comes setting up moulds, keel assem¬ 
bly, and principal longitudinal members, in charge of Mr. 
D. Paul Brown. 




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Mr. Brown is our big-little man; in his home town, 
Audubon, N. J., he wields the “Big Stick.’’ He is Justice 
of Peace, Building Inspector, and Overseer of the Poor. 
By the way, he is the father to six. But it is as Justice 
that he shines; he owns several automobiles, the result of 
fines imposed on Sunday speeders. He always makes the 
fine exactly balance the cost of the machine. Mr. Brown 



gives notice that even NAP members are not exempt. 
We understand that there is some kind of a peace treaty 
that gives our storekeeper special privileges. 

Mr. V. P. Sutton follows with the assembling of stan¬ 
chions and metal parts. Mr. Sutton comes from Toms 
Kiver, N. J. We understand that he came away in the 
night, but this has not been proven. Be this as it may, 
lie has been a mighty useful man and we can afford to 
be charitable. He was formerly engaged in building 
operations. 


Wm. T. Rote, “Master Builder of Overhead Dreadnoughts” 















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Next comes Mr. J. H. Pearce with stringers, fin edges 
and bulk heads. Mr. Pearce is a Point Pleasant, N. J., man, 
and, by the way, a very pleasant man to meet. He was 
placed in charge of a gang of sailors, on a C-l boat, and 
trained them into a lot of useful boys. Most of them 
later went over as airplane mechanics. 

Then we have Mr. Eli Townsend, a south Jersey pro¬ 
duction. He comes from Stone Harbor, where he was 
engaged in the boat-building business as Eli Townsend & 
Son. His part of the play is framing and fin construc¬ 
tion. Mr. Townsend is a very modest man, and it takes 
very little to cause him to blush. We hope he will gain 
confidence as he grows older. 

Then follows the planking gang, in charge of Mr. Eldon 
Wills, who hailed from Asbury Park, N. J., formerly with 
Jacobs, City Island, N. Y. Mr. Wills is the only bachelor 
among the Leading Men and it seems that fate has some¬ 
thing to do with the fact that the girls were most of them 
placed in the planking gang. We have watched for 
developments, and can see no sign of his yielding. He 
sure is tough. 

Mr. A. M. Pyott, in charge of finishing gang, was un¬ 
earthed at Belmar, N. J. Mr. Pyott has the distinction of 
being the champion clam digger of the world. Rumors 
say that he was called from his favorite pastime to do his 
bit with the NAF and without a moment's hesitation, 
answered: “Here am I,” and here he is and doing a good 
work, too. He formerly conducted a profitable business in 
sea skiffs at Belmar. 

Another gang doing finishing work is in charge of Harry 
Chadwick, whose home town is Point Pleasant, N. J. Like 
Mr. Pearce, he seems to fit in with his environments, and 
is also very pleasant. In fact there is real rivalry between 
these two gentlemen as to which shall take the cake. 
Mr. Chadwick is a boat builder of long experience. 

Mr. J. W. Schmitt was one of the first Leading Men 
appointed in the Boat Shop. He comes from Chester 
County. His first work here was helping to build the fleet 
of C-l’s and since then has been in charge of the N-l con¬ 
struction. 

Mr. D. H. Ziegler, who lives in Philadelphia, is in charge 
of one of the finishing gangs, and has endeared himself to 
the men under him, by his uniform kindness and consider¬ 
ation for their welfare. 



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Pyott accuses him of purloining- a can of DOPE, but 
his friends will never believe that he is a dope fiend. He 
is a good climber and enjoys the shade of the palm trees. 

Our record would be incomplete without mentioning Mr. 
O. J. Gramley, our storekeeper. His duties have been try¬ 
ing and have called for considerable Christian fortitude, 
but Mr. Gramley has met every emergency, and came up 
smiling. His principal diversion is motoring. His dem¬ 
onstrations with the Stanley Steamer are fearful and 
wonderful, for proof of which, see photo on another page 
hereof. He has secured right of way through Audubon; so 
escapes the danger of confiscation. 

We might go on indefinitely—there are so many worthy 
men, but it is a fact that a finer lot of self-respecting 
mechanics were never assembled under one roof than we 
have in the Boat Shop—men from every State, many of 
whom have conducted successful business affairs—good 
loyal Americans ALL. 

And last but not least we have the GIRLS—God bless 
them—who did their best, who have worked day after 
day along with the men and have never for a minute 
forgotten that they were ladies, and we believe that their 
presence has been uplifting to the men. 

Finally; we are proud of what we have accomplished. 


RECAPITULATION 

Great issues are settled by lot or by vote; 

Great problems of detail are settled by ROTE; 

Great volumes of commerce are founded on trade; 

Great omissions and errors are hounded by SLADE. 

With CROSSAN and BROWN to prepare and make ready; 
With SUTTON and PEARCE to align and secure; 

With TOWNSEND and WILLS, to hold the boat steady 
We hew to the line and our progress is sure. 

Then CHADWICK and PYOTT and ZIEGLER get busy, 
Their whole souls intent on doing their bit 
A scene that would make the poor Kaiser grow dizzy, 
Could he witness the work of KAIN, HEATON and 
SCHMITT. 

BOB INGRAM is mortal and prone to do evil; 

The men in the ranks are human clay, too— 

But in spite of it all, be it Kaiser or Devil— 

We are loyal Americans all the way through. 


A Pellow Who Borrows Trouble Has No Trouble 
Finding People To Lend Him Lots Of It. —Hood. 

THE FISHERMAN 

He Riseth Up Early In The Morning And Disturbetli 
The Whole Household. Mighty Are His Preparations, 
He Goeth Forth Full of Hope. When The Day is Far 
Spent, He Returneth, Smelling of Strong Drink And The 
Truth is Not in Him. —Ingram. 

If you don’t think clothes make any difference in a man_ 

Try walking down the street without any _Rote. 

We come into this world naked and bare, 

We go through it in sorrow and care; 

When we leave it we go the Lord knows where. 
But if we are thoroughbreds here, 

We are thoroughbreds there.— Crossan. 









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One of Rote’s Ditties —He steered across the floor at 
night, the room was pitchy black. Pearce loudly swore, 
and then went oft—upon another tack. 

You know Schmitt in the Hull Division?—Well, he got 
off a good one the first time he rambled into the Factory. 



I Whether he had on an old suit or not is not known, but 
lone of the angels said: “His clothes don’t fit this man, 
[then sighed. The words were pat (though Schmitt isn’t 
[just Irish.) He saw her bloomers, and then he cried—“I'm 
I glad of that!” 

Say, little one, some wise guy lias discovered that 
kisses are intoxicating—Let’s get drunk! —Crennan. 























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“A man who was steering a yacht 
His course through the water forgacht, 
And he stuck in the mud 
With a dull, sickening thud, 

And the captain then swore a whole lacht. 

—The Whole Boat Shop. 



If wisdom’s ways you wisely seek, 
Observe five things with care— 

Of whom you speak, 

To whom you speak, 

And how, and when, and where. 


Rote. 


Another wing of the Boat Shop Pirates 










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W. L. White, Superintendent, Plant 1 

“A smiling Jove with lightning ways 
—And white—clear white— 

“Let men pay with, their bodies for their souls’ desires.” 

—Roosevelt. 

“God helping us, we can do no other.”—Wilson. 

“Come on—let’s go.”— The Negro Troops. 

“We’ll ask a policeman to arrest the contemptible British 
Army.”— Bismarck. 

“I spent a pleasant sojourn with the Emperor of Ger¬ 
many, but I also spent a pleasant sojourn with the King' 
of Belgium.”— Roosevelt. 

“The British Empire is prepared to make even greater 
sacrifices.”— Lloyd George. 

“What is at stake now is the peace of the world.” 

—Wilson. 

“Peoples and provinces are not to be bartered.” 

—Wilson. 

“Having set our hand to the task, we shall not turn 
back.”— Wilson. 

.“The power of the United States is a menace to no 
nation or people.”— Wilson. 

“Out of freedom for the service of freedom.”— Wilson. 

“Damn the torpedoes—go ahead!”— Farragut. 

“I know farmers do not wish to be exempt from the 
draft.”— Wilson. 

“I accept the challenge—force to the uttermost.” 

—Wilson. 

“We mean to stand by the Trench democracy to the 
death.”— Lloyd George. 

“We ask nothing we are not willing to accord.”—Wilson. 

“Pray Almighty God we may love the simple truth.” 

—Wilson. 

“If you give until it hurts, you give with your heart’s, 
blood.”—Wilson. 









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“On the battlefields of Prance the brotherhood of 
Americans and Italians has been consecrated.” 

—King of Italy. 

“I still possess my soul.”— The King of Belgium. 
“Politics is adjourned.”— Wilson. 

“Fear God and take your own part.”— Roosevelt. 

“I have always been proud to be an American.” 

—Wilson. 

“Der Tag!”— (It came). 

“Individual thrift is a patriotic duty.”— Wilson. 

“Any creature who is part American and part something 
else isn’t an American.”— Roosevelt. 

“Justice is the essence of National Defense.”— Wilson. 
“There can be no compromise.”— Wilson. 

“What we seek is a reign of law.”— Wilson. 



M. J. MacNamara, Chief, Manufacturing Office 
“Sir Grim was a Knight who became 
A King, and the Crown became him.” 








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A. N. Miller, Superintendent, Woodmill 
“Hail to the Chief, who is loved by his Clan” 


SCRAPS FROM THE MILL 
By MILLER 

That crooked aisle will be straightened by honest men. 

Have you noticed that some of Cassell’s Woodpeckers 
have migrated? 

Some time ago Mr. Stull remarked: “There’s a Kiln 
gang over here and a Kill gang Over There"—and he 
was right. 

Harter is wondering whether the Engineering Depart¬ 
ment ever got the proper length of F-5-L Forward Section 
Keel. 

SIXTEEN MEN FROM THE DEPARTMENT 

Spake Harter to Snyder, Lynch King Kaiser Bill An- 
der-son. 

Moul Fritz Fuller, Hee’l Landis in Holland Ayre Long. 

MILL YELL BY JACK ANDERSON 

We are the Mill men, poor slobs—Who worked like 
h—1 on our jobs. We’ll have to confess we all did our best 
and finished ten miles ahead of the rest.— Rip saws, 
Band saws, Resaws, Stickers, Ailerons, Wing Beams, Struts 
and Stringers! Rah! Rah! Rah! 

Joe King is a veteran when it comes to a Red Cross 
campaign, etc. “He’s a money getter.” 







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IiOGBOOK, N. A. A., 1917-1918 


“WE MOVE ANYTHING, ANYTIME, ANYWHERE” 

Via Crennan’s Dispatch Crew 


T HE Move Section was organized under the direction of 
the Manufacturing Department for the purpose of ‘‘mov¬ 
ing anything, anytime, anywhere,” and of being the ‘‘goat” 
when others were “passing the buck.” 

It became famous through the personnel of the depart¬ 
ment, being made up of every profession from a hobo to 
a college professor. 

When the work-or-fight law was passed all of these 
artisans being too “proud to fight” decided that the gov¬ 
ernment owed them a living and immediately took the 
necessary steps to collect it. 

C. J. Crennan, detailed at the head of this branch, 
“shipped” from Syracuse and says, "There may be hotter 
places than Philadelphia, but they’re not on earth.” 

G. R. Johnson, Assistant Chief Move Man (“he’s a 
d—n good man for the shape he’s in”) says, “Philadelphia 
is a nice town but it has got nothing on Syracuse.” He 
was previously employed in the foremost business on 
earth—the manufacture of pad locks, but after the war 
broke out he decided that airplanes were more necessary 
than pad locks, therefore, he cast his lot with the NAF. 
But, like the Prodigal Son, as soon as it was all over, he 
made a “home run.” 


T. G. Carlson, another member of the famous dispatch 
force who gave up a big job to come down here, leads the 
“panel gang.” To him any town was a good town if 
there were lots of good-looking girls. He came here with 
the knowledge that this was a Quaker town, but after 
experiencing “the cold gray dawn of the morning after,” 
he decided that they were not all Quakers. 

F. P. Ferry, another “live wire” of the dispatch force, 
was Leading Man in the Mill and “always on the job.” 

Another asset to the department, Joseph Donnelly, 
worked here until his patriotism got the better of him and 
then joined the Navy. After the Armistice was signed and 
the real action over, he again signed up on the staff of the 
NAF and is now “Chief Mate” of the strong arm squad. 

William Smith, a direct descendant of the famous 
Captain John Smith, was in charge of the night force and 
the only dependable man to be had. The others were 
“always on the job” until there was some work to be done, 
and then they could never be found. 

Charles Bradshaw, the good-natured boy, who had charge 
of the despatchers delivering material from the Store¬ 
house to the various shops throughout the plant, had 
“troubles of his own,” but no matter what the weather 
was he always wore a smile. 

The pleasant looking man in charge of the move men in 
plant No. 2 is J. J. Waller. He is a firm believer in the 
daylight-saving plan, for when he was in the market busi¬ 
ness up town he had to get to work at 4 a. m., and now 
he doesn’t have to show up until 7.30. “What a difference 
in the morning.” 


\\ hat do you think of the Dispatchers? All right—ALL 
RIGHT! What’s the use of getting mad about it! 

—Duffy. 

“The United States rejoices it is a comrade of Trance.” 

—Wilson. 








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R. B. Johnston, Superintendent, Metal Shop 
“Taught by Archimedes himself, he’s the King of Methods” 


METAL SHOP 
W. K. Elderton ? u nd liis Pals 

W ELL, here I am Boys. I guess you need no introduc¬ 
tion to the fact that I am alive, in the best of health, 
and still undergoing military existence, but if my chance 
ever comes, LOOKOUT. 

“I am only a piece of Sheet Metal and I came from a 
home as hot as Berlin. Three days after my birth, found 
me packed up with my brothers and bound for somewhere 
in America. Eventually I landed in the Philadelphia Navy 
Yard, my destination being the Metal Shop in the Air¬ 
craft Factory. Oh boy! What those birds didn’t do to 
me. First they handled me like old Hindy, and cut my 
lines to pieces. Then some wise guy stuck me before 
what must have been the Marines, for when I came to, 
I was punched all out of shape, and felt like a Dutch 
Helmet after a trip through ‘No Hun’s Land.’ However, 
I survived. With no rest, I was pushed on until a pair 
of fair hands grabbed me around the neck (Yes, she was 
a lady) and stuck me before a machine gun and drilled 
me so full of holes, I felt like the Kaiser’s head the day 
the Armistice was signed. After a close examination 






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they decided I couldn t live with so many holes, so they 
filled them up with tubes, and then,—Well, the same thing 
happened the Dutch at Chateau Thierry, when they ran 
into the leathernecks. Still it had to be done. After the 
welding-, the rough spots were taken off and again I felt 
in the prime of life. I passed the Board of Censors, and 
was thrown in a pot of Flander’s mud (Paint). When I 
came up for air, I was clad in a new uniform, which 
means, “In service until the duration of the war.” I was 
bundled up with a few more enlisted relatives and pushed 
into daylight. They looked me over, and ten minutes 
later I was bolted on the boat with wires running through 
my stomach. What happened? The war is over! 

“Disappointed again, I am piled away with nothing to 
do but wait until—Why worry, even though I am not 
needed, the Dutch knew I was coming and quit cold. 

“Have you noticed how the Eagle looks when his wings 
are spread? Gee, boys, that's me all over.” 


Has Ennis ever discovered who took his engine all 
apart and changed every blessed connection on the 
machine? What made him maddest was getting this 
Postal the morning after his machine was stolen: 

Mary had a little lamb, 

She fed it kerosene. 

One day it got too near the fire; 

Since then it’s not benzine. 

—Crossan. 


The P. R. T. special expresses remind me daily of the 
old rhyme: “I lift home at 10 minutes to eight, for I 
wanted 10 minutes to ate, me train goes at nine-nine, 
and now it’s nigh nine, so there still is 10 minutes to 
wait.” —Inspector Coleman. 


HOW CRENNAN CAME TO THE AIRCRAFT 

S EVERAL times I have been asked as to how I came 
to the Aircraft Factory, and I never was able to give 
a very satisfactory answer. Only another case of fool’s 
luck—nevertheless I got to the right place. Guess I was 
inspired by the same motives as the half-witted fellow 
who went out to look for the lost mule. 

“At a small town up in New York State they had a mule 
under municipal ownership, that did all the heavy work 
for the whole town, such as hauling coal and water, etc., 
and everyone was dependent more or less upon the safety 
of that mule. One morning when they went to get him 
they found he had broken out and wandered away during 
the night, so all turned out and made a thorough search 
of the surrounding country to find him, but they returned 
at night without success and they began to feel somewhat 
alarmed. The next morning, a half-witted boy of the town 
thought he would try his luck, so he started out and in 
about five hours he came back leading the mule behind 
him. They were all greatly pleased and rushed over to 
him and asked, ‘How did you find him?’ ‘Why,’ he said, 
‘I just went to where he was last seen, and I says to 
myself, “Now if I were a jackass where would I go?” and 
I went there and found him.’ ” 









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So Jeremiah got married. Well, well! So he says. 

—Smith. 

II only Layler would stay at home! But he won't, and 
we have to work. —His Gang. 



Under the Slade of an appletree, where the bee«? 

Honey from this, that and the other thlng-where and 

"r™ 11 ‘ t , thuS U again. Only, darn it, the B^at Shop’s 
the place where they keeled over with the heat of work 
in those trying summer days, unless I judge wrongly 

—DeBus. 


Some of Superintendent Johnston’s burly Vulcans 
























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Some fellows married to escape the draft, but they 
didn’t. All married men know it is then the bank draft 
begins which never ends. —Doyle. 

“I say make the Kaiser walk from the Gate and to the 
Gate and try to get a seat on the P.R.T. cars every day 
for a year.” —Olson. 



That guy Field is a ripping good sport, but they didn’t 
put him to work in the saw mill. "W hen he asked for a 
location for his Rolls-Royce 1 thought he thought we 
were the Racquet Club. He was always quiet, too. 

—Rutherford. 


Mr. Johnston’s Gang of Metal Murderers (Oh! See the Cook! 










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Is Lynch still rushing small wood parts through the 
mill? He’s the boy to help make things fly. 

—Townsend. 

A concealed mistake may cause a brave man to lose his 
life— 

—A Good Sign Around the Shop. 



There’s no one can match the Aircraft crowd. But what 
can you expect when you go up against a gang perfect at 
practice. 


—Hutchison. 
























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Did you know McDonald played the violin? Also poker? 
Dikewise crap, and some of the lads say he’s fine at 
that, at that. Is there anyone a Mac won’t do? 

—McCann. 


Where, oh, where is Millby? Boy, page Millby. I’ll bet 
he’s waiting for us somewhere! 


—Shakespeare. 


There was a man named Tell, 

And he fell in a well. 

But he grew some wings 
And he flew in rings 
Till Mister Pell 
Flew out of the well. 

—Longfellow. 


Who was it said the Packing Gang was composed of 
coffinmakers, second-story men, barkeepers and preachers? 
Anyway, that’s a safe combination. It might be improved 
by a Rabbi or two. 

—Rieff. 


Smythe is sure of a place in the Palace of Happiness— 
how Hell loves order. But Smythe won’t be happy—for 
there’ll be nothing to set straight! Unless the streets of 
the Beyond are like Boston’s. 

—Delaney. 


“I dreamed of whirling joyously with a lovely vision. 
But I had a better time up at Delaney’s danse Vogue. 
Some whirler, that dervish Delaney! I admire the guy, 
and the girls up there!” 

—Dugan. 

A regular mimeograph machine, always on the spot. 
Marvelous how he follows the spot—how does he do it? 
Yet you wouldn’t expect anything to escape a man by the 
name of Dugan, would you? 

—Caesar. 


France may have her Foch, we have our Duke of Well¬ 
ington. The machine world is safe, and fire proof. 

—Elderton. 


Claude Andrews—alas, 
made me work. 


I knew him well! Too well! He 

—McClure. 



Mr. Pierce’s Gang of Wood Sharps, and Flats Inspectors 











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Shaeffer must be a bird. Tt’s the only explanation of 
why he covers so much ground. —Hartzel. 

The Engineers are still with us. They had better be. 

—The Whole Darned Gang. 

What do you think of the Maintenance Crew? (Here, 
here! cheese it, such language is fit only for the Clown 
Prince’s ears!) —Ripley. 

Thirty years from now “Dad” is going to have the job 
of assisting St. Peter at the Gate. You’ve made a mistake, 
Dad, better try the other gate. —White. 



The Tool Department—uh, uh—the Tool Department! 
Good, sober, sensible guys! Very fond of home life. (When 
they’re home.) — Radcliffe. 

Snyder’s very fond of the Paint Department. Just look 
at his group picture and ask of the atmosphere—why? 

—Crennan. 

No Gentleman Will Swear Before a Lady 
Always Let The Lady Swear First. 

—Pyott. 







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POLICE FORCE 

By “Gumshoe” 

TF YOU wish to get acquainted with the Chief just start 
something, and you will think that Allen S. Baker is 
the biggest man you ever met. 

What makes him more fearless is the squad of men he 
has. Take Dad Slifer, “Old Reliable,"—he always has 



Show your badge—quick! 

Chief Baker and his Cops 

his eagle eye on you, looking for your identification badge. 
If he fails to see it, an escort for you, if you wish to 
advance any further towards the Aircraft. 








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LOGBOOK, N. A. A., 1917-1918 



Some more good Cops 

Arriving there you will have to pass John Dugan, at 
Door 23, or Wm. Baxter, at the main office door, as these 
two pass on every person entering or departing from the 
Aircraft. Do not attempt to pass these gentlemen without 
you are properly equipped. 

Once inside the Aircraft you will have to keep your eye 
on F. Price, and you can never tell where he will bob up. 
Mr. Cassidy, at Door No. 1, is always having troubles of 
his own with the girls coming from the main office with¬ 
out their badge, otherwise Mr. Cassidy would always be 
smiles. Then there is Mr. Westenberger at Door 19. Oh! 
do not dare to leave a thing in the aisle in the High Shop 
or he will be right after you with blood in his eyes. And 
then there is Buchanan on Door 55. He is always looking 


everyone over cheerfully as 
Do not blame him for it. 
taken something less than 
would not take that for M 
he is one of Chief Baker’s 



Another! 


if he were looking for trouble. 
From the photograph he had 
one hundred years ago, you 
r. Anderson, on Door 1. But 
staff and is lenient but firm. 
When you are looking for 
the Employment Office you 
will find one of the Old 
Guards, Mr. Knight, who 
will assist you, especially 
the young ladies, in filling 
out applications. 

Over at Plant 2 you will 
find in a lonely spot one 
who went broke in Hong 
Kong, China, on his way 
around the world on the 
battleship “Connecticut.” 
He runs a cigar store at 
Broad and Passyunk Ave¬ 
nue, and if you ever go 
there you will observe his 
passport from Hong Kong 
to New York in a frame on 
the wall. A remarkable per¬ 
sonage is kindly David Wil¬ 
liams who does not want 
anyone to bother him. A 
little farther down in the 
High Shop you will find 
Prof. Tagg, who watches our 
boats very carefully and 
sees that no one takes any 
of them home. 










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If you do not want your feelings hurt you must refrain 
from saying anything concerning the second squad, as 
Mr. Flanagan will tell you where to head in at once. 
He is on the job every minute, and his men must not be 
molested. 

Mr. Miller in charge of the first squad, also saw service 
in the Spanish-American War. He can tell you a thing 
or two concerning his life in Baltimore last summer with 
Mr. Dugan of Door 23. He is of a quiet disposition but 
you never can tell when you will see him, especially if you 
should want to visit one of the squad a few minutes. 

Last but not least is Mr. Wagner, the only good-looking 
man on the third squad, who instructs the boys when it 
is lunch time. He is not like some of us,—he shows his 
eating. He says Mr. Russell who manages the cafeteria 
sure puts up good eats. 

Then there is Pat Sheridan, who doesn’t yet have water 
on the brain, but he watches the water pressure so we 
will be sure to have water when we need it, “or he will 
know the reason why.’’ 

There is a man on the staff who has had something 
less than a hundred years experience in the city fire de¬ 
partment, Louie Bergantz. He is running over all the 
NAF all the time to see if he can find any smoke, but 
fortunately, he has not found any yet. He gets very 
angry when he finds that someone has drank the water 
out of one of his fire buckets. 

Mr. Lawler, “the philosopher,’’ has contributed his 
photograph badge to our family album. When we wanted 
to learn anything concerning the front we called on Mr. 
Hughes, who takes care of the Boat Hangar on the river. 
He is very fond of the water, and says, “it is only a 
matter of time with all of us,” so he expects to be there 
when the time comes. 

Then there is Mr. Townsend, the nice-looking little fel¬ 
low with a smile. He is in Mr. Flanagan’s squad. And 
then you all know Father Friebus. He has a Civil War 
record, and please do not get him to give you his experi¬ 
ence without you have some vacation time coming. 

They’re all good boys—everyone of them. And every 
man of them is loyal to the gentleman who gives them 
their pay checks—Uncle Sam-u-el. 


ONLY A VOLUNTEER 
Believed to be written by FRISHE 

(But Fris. was at the “banquet.”) 

Nobody gave me a banquet, 

Nobody said a kind word; 

The puff of the engine, the grind of the wheels, 
Made the only good-bye that I heard. 

I was off to the training camp hustled 
To be trained for a dreary half year, 

And then in the shuffle forgotten— 

I was only a volunteer. 

Why didn't I wait to be drafted 
And be led to the train by a band? 

Why didn’t I ask for exemption. 

Oh, why did I hold up my hand? 

Why didn’t 1 wait for the banquet? 

Why didn’t 1 wait to be cheered? 

For the drafted man got the glory and pie, 
While I merely volunteered. 




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IiOGBOOK, N. A. A., 1917-1918 



Some forget-me-nots, yet not zeros. (Colby’s there_ 

also Brown, Grammley—and Delaney) 


Funny, they put Rinker making struts, 
man hasn t a strut in his anatomy. 


and, gosh, that 
—Sweeney. 


Say, fellows, did you 
place. I know two of 
and the other’s Maud. 


ever visit the school? It’s a sweet 
them already—one’s name is Mabel, 
I’m going to join. —Wolf. 


There’s three lawyers to one man out in the 
mental. That s why they’re always trying 
judge they get away with it once in a 


Experi- 
something. I 
while. —Shawda. 












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INTELLIGENCE DEPARTMENT 

By Irving - W. Flierl 

We are “The Last of the Mohicans.” 

“Ali Baba and His Forty Thieves.” (Lock up your bins—• 
here comes De Bus and his shortage gang.) 

P. & G. Bob Spiers is again convincing the folks that 
Ivory is the only soap. 

Where’s he at? Oh! Frank Duffy? He’s repairing the 
Commandant’s car now. 

When anything disappears around the place, who finds 
it? Who is blamed? 

This is some Association, Ill say, and who started it? 
The Shortage Crew, of course—Snyder, Flach, McClure 
and Flierl. Who else could start anything? (Yell! good 
starters anyway.) 

Oh, yes, Eckler is taking Mr. Gant’s place in Pough¬ 
keepsie. 

Schemer Sachs is the new inventor of the Metal Shop. 

You all remember Mutt and Jeff? They put in perfect 
days. 

Maybe Jeff Champion can help you out if you’re short 
of electricity in your home. He is in the Electrical Supply 
Office of League Island. 

Has anyone inquired how the ta-ters are on Tyler’s 
Maryland Farm? 

Spiers and Sachs both graduated from Flierl’s Explor¬ 
ing School. They can locate anything in League Island. 
(It WAS hard to find a Snoozer’s Hole.) 

Rivets and Bolts, 

Rivets and Bolts, 

Nuts—Nuts—Nuts 

De-Bus! 

Shortage, Rah! 

Snyder and McClure have left us, but they didn't go 
far. Snyder risen from the ranks—from Shortage Man— 
to Chart Artist. And McClure, oh! don’t ask what he is 
doing, we don’t know. 

And all that’s left is “BUFFALO MEAT”—De Bus, Flach 
and Flierl. 

Everyone has found out who knows more about the 
Storeroom than the Storekeepers themselves. 

“Who started this Department?” Jack Smythe, I guess 
can tell you all about it. 

“Who’s the busiest fellow with the least to do?” Flach. 

“Who said the most and did the least?” Wright. 


Oh, boys, say, look here—see how nice this schedule 
sheet is! I’ve got all the lines straight. 

—Barney Snyder. 

I believe in sawing wood. Hey, ho! the sawdusty Miller! 

—Rosen. 

Thompson won’t want to reach Heaven; flying around 
in the etheral blue kinda palls on him. When he reaches 
St. Peter, the latter’ll ask how he got there, and Thomp¬ 
sons say, “Just fiu!” —Fuller. 

There was a boy named Culliton 
Who signed his life away every day, 

But he was a good scout 
Because he helped us out, 

But now where in the—is he? 





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Grey is the right color for the C-ls. 
grey before they were done. 


Some of us were 
—Deysher. 


Gee, the Victor bunch were located 
League Island ever be forgiven. 


in Camden! Will 
—Flach. 



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Chief Clarke’s Employment Problemers 

C. W. Clarke succeeded J. H. Willits as Employment 
Superintendent. He received his discharge from the 
Aviation Section of the Army, and came to the NAF with 
the determination that if he couldn’t fly aeroplanes, he 
could at least help make them. 

Oh, yes, there’s Jerry! David B. Jeremiah, to be exact 
(B stands for Big). Jerry always seemed a sane personal¬ 
ity until he went and done got married back in November. 
Just think of it—as soon as the war stopped “over there,” 
it started for poor Jerry “over here.” Marriage doesn’t 
seem to have taken any weight off him. How do you do 
it, Jerry? 



Chief Clarke, Himself 
Really Pleasant 










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Right this way, ladies and gents, for an airship ride. 
Get your tickets of Frisbie!” —McConachy. 



If the landlord charged you exorbitant rent, if the 
|j furnace yelped in vain for coal, if the coffee served in the 
I Cafeteria seemed closely affiliated with the genus mud, 
if any one lost anything, (from fingers to goats), if the 
ferryboat insisted on running into fogs, etc., everyone 
I saw Harry Townsend. Harry came to the NAF to build 
an enviable reputation. He did. 



















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ZiOGBOOK, N. A. A., 1917-1918 


Eleanor Lewis was the Florence Nightingale of the 
Department, and a past master in the art of healing frost 
bites, sun strokes, heat exhaustions, fainting spells and 
broken hearts. 



Edward Ealmbacher made tools and jigs for seven years 
or so. His jigs are somewhat theatrical. As an inter¬ 
viewer in the Employment Department, Ed took special 
delight in playing on the idiosyncrasies of the would-be 
employes. His perpetual mirth and jollity were as con¬ 
tagious as the Flu, few of us were immune from both. 

At present Ed is out in the shop where his muscles are 
undergoing the change from ilabbiness to taut steel. 




















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THE TIME KEEPERS 

The plant could not have flourished without its time¬ 
keepers. They never slept. And, oh, you had to ring in 
and out yourself, or you heard something which wasn’t just 



exactly sweet music. Chief Doyle, nevertheless, had a 
merry crew. Take one look at this photo. Suie, J ou 
begin smiling also. But how did Caesar and his pipe get 
in? 



























52 


LOGBOOK, N. A. A., 1917-1918 


VICTOR 

Nobody ever pulled anything: over on Kellaway and his 
bunch of inspectors at Victors. Led by Rutan, they pulled 
together, because Rutty formerly made Pullams what it 
is today. 



Unusual views from Camden, the Vic Bunch, and Voss 


These pullers were Lane, Lowman, Kolk, Kindig, Walsh, 
Wales, Voss, Proctor and Clawson, L’s, W’s, K’s. P’s 
and C’s. 














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Kolby, with his handsome legs and big heart, could turn 
out some lumber, and Happy Harry Kindig even turned 
out a young inspector. 

Lane was the champion Chaplin—honest, no one knows 
whether he was agreeing with you or laughing at you. 

Lowman was the beam boy, and when they shipped him 
to Toi onto he didn t let any motes in his eyes keep them 
irom enjoying the Canadian girls. 

Proctor, the handsome guy, never missed seeing the un¬ 
desirable things in beams. So we got good beams. 

Walsh (Jef), our blueprint expert, and legal adviser 
also, was a close second to Wales (Mut) as an instructor 
in the inner mysteries of aerocraftic mysticism. 

Charlie \ oss was chased p. d. q. to Marblehead to get 
Uncle Sam’s things straight up there, and he “done it’’ 
brown. Ask him. 

As to Clawson, he made the hit of them all. For why? 
Because he was tall and could go over the top without a 
fall. 

Let us say a word in sympathy for Brother Lane, be¬ 
cause of the passing of his lifelong helpmate. And we 
remember that dandy inspector, Arthur Dean, of whom 
we were deprived by the flu. 

Dean and Chief Kellaway both left England for the 
States on the same boat, but Kell will have to return 
alone (if he ever goes back). 


“The weather many days was bad, and the mud and slush 
were shocking, 

But, oh, boys, what a chance for the Aircraft girls to 
wear the latest (Printer, don’t expose the last word). 

—Schier. 


PANEL DEPARTMENT—PLANT NO. 1 

G ET acquainted with the Panel Department where har¬ 
mony exists among fellow-workers—get busy, if you 
are keen on some real live personality. Don’t kid your¬ 
self that you are well versed in Aircraft until you ac¬ 
quaint yourself, or have someone full of Pep to intro¬ 
duce you to “we-uns”—Ask Dad, he knows. 

“Bud” Fisher, the old boy himself, is the only one who 
could produce the proper write-up, to get the real humor 
out of the bunch. The following are a few of our most 
congenial members: 

If you'll give me your attention 
I will try to be explicit. 

In telling you this little yarn 
Or fairy tale, which is it? 

Each day 1 pass the same routine— 

To work I wend my way. 

And when I reach the Panel Shop, 

I hear the folks there say: 

“I take great pleasure introducing 
J. J. Smythe you all should know. 

He’s a diplomat, you’ll agree to that; 

And for speed, boys, he can go.” 









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Then take Herman Schier with all his charge—- 
It surely is some fun, 

When things go wrong, it don't take long. 

To start them on the run. 



We have our friend with us again— 
That’s Ross, and we’re all glad. 
But when Bill and Ray talk panels, 
They set the whole world mad. 


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There’s Gus who has a tale to tell— 

First one thing, then another 
While Parsons Beams with smiles, and looks 
Just like a Christian brother. 



We’ll cross the aisle a few feet where 
The Irish Harem stands, 

The dames who weave the wehs so neat 
With Sweeney’s helping hands. 


Another poetical crowd of Panellers (Shier and 




























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Now if you’re a little patient 
I will finish soon this rhyme, 

As it gives me lots of pleasure, 

And doesn’t take much time, 

It’s essential that each man and girl 
Should reach the treble clef; 

To make things go with all success, 
In our grand old NAF. 


TAIL UNIT SECTION 
PANEL DEPARTMENT—PLANT NO. 1 

(Listen to the Tails of the Plying Boats Built at the NAF) 

This is the gang that makes them all 

Whether they’re large or whether they’re small; 

It makes no difference what the style, 

We turn them all out with a smile; 

We do not linger very long 

But you bet we make them strong. 

“Always Ahead” is our motto, and looking for more 
But that’s not our fault, we helped make Billy sore. 



Boss Ross’s Crew of Panel Producers 


Wagner of the cops is a good old scout; likes to make 
poetry, when he isn’t hunting crooks. Ever hear him 
as he smokes at the cafeteria table? “How do you like 
codfish balls?” I said to Sister Jenny. “Well, really, 
Mary, I couldn’t say, for I’ve never been to any.” Baxter 
got back at him with this: “We went into a restaurant, 
myself and Mary Drew—Mary had a little lamb and I 
had an Irish stew.” •—Meyer. 

Some Aircraft boys had a dinner over at Newark re¬ 
cently and this is the menu: 

Spark plugs 

Cream of La Page’s Glue 
Cables Hose Connections 

Wrecked Airboats 
With Bullets and Castellated Nuts 
Salvage with Acetate Dope 
Veneer with Assorted Fittings 
Gasolene 

Exhaust 


Joy Sticks 


—Bourdon. 









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T 



Handsome Jack and His Handsome Dopesters 


THE DOPE ROOM—AH!—AH! 

By SN-D-R 

(Note by the Recorder of this Logbook —The gent re¬ 
sponsible for the following emanations of volatility is 
well known around the Dope Room. When he is observed 
in the far distance everyone gets extra busy. He is all 
over that Dope Room. He likes its atmosphere—yet, he 
walks upright. You would honestly think he was sober. 
If you doubt this, just read what he says below. He has 
aimed to go into future ages through the means of this 
Dogbook, by going through the characters of those he 
names. 

Because he has taken my name in vain I am going to 
say right here that he is not a Dope Fiend—he is crazier 
than that!) 

I HAVE mixed many a color. But a straight left from 
the shoulder has got me skinned forty ways in making 
a black and blue (eye). It will also put a shine on your 
lamps that will make Sapolio a drug in the market. 

MR. CROSSAN. The Beau Brummel of the High shop. 
He should be. He has a Pearl in his department and she 
is a mascot. The most comfortable looking married man 
we know. 

MR. BROWN. The lilliputian of the High shop. Dimin¬ 
utive in size but a wizard when it comes to laying a 
keel or planning, a boat. Good goods come in small 
packages. Mr. Rote’s one best bet. 



Some more of the Painting Gang 
















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If I had Art Male’s good looks, Ennis’s tenacity, 
Schoettle’s intelligence, Tom Pell’s physique, McClure’s 
brains and gall and MacNamara’s personality—Hell, fel¬ 
lows!—with that make-up, I would cross the Alps in an 
open boat. Bring the Kaiser out of Holland, and stop the 
Rolsheviki uprising in Russia. 

MR. NEWMAN. The hangar’s one best bet. Can as¬ 
semble anything in the sea plane line. A favorite expres¬ 
sion of his, “High tide tomorrow. She goes in, Get 
busy.” Fish stories his specialty. 

HOLY MOSES SIMON (Murphy) the doper. The Jewish 
boy with the broad smile. When you’re broke tell it to 
Simon, always there with a roll. 

TOM PELL, our old friend. A bear cat for work and 
production. Would have metal fittings on panels before 
dope was dry. Send ’em out! was his motto. A high 
flyer in more ways than one. 

MR. SLADE. A Nebraska boy with a big heart in the 
right place. A neighbor of Wm. Jennings Bryan. Will 
vote for prohibition, and shorter skirts for women. 

MR. LUBY. Talks pontoons, dreams pontoons. Can’t 
swear without naming them and eating them at meals. 
It is rumored he has one at home with wheels on for 
the little Lubys. Good business. 

MR. TOMLINSON. A more agreeable man never lived; 
always there with a smile. Liked to fill the Varnish 
and Dope Department with panels, to hear me cuss. He’s 
forgiven. 

MR. ROTE. The man who put the Pon in Pontoon and 
the B in Boat. The maker of the High shop. The little 
old high roller boy. 

MR. MILLER. Very precise. A good listener and ad¬ 
viser. The right man in the right place. He knows wood 
and loves “Woody.” 

MR. JOHNSON. The young gray haired gentlemen of 
the Metal shop. Over the top against odds! That’s the 
spirit. 

LIEUT. RECKFORD. The King of Maintenance. Many 
a true word spoken in a joke. 

LIEUT. WILLIAMS. The inspector De Luxe. Revered 
and loved by all and that’s saying something for an 
inspector. 

HERMAN SCHIER. Courteous at all times. A panel 
maker supreme. Likes his pipe and loves Snyder and 
McClure. 

MR. CRENNAN. The Movie man (not pictures). A 
story teller of no mean ability. A booster of Atlantic 
City. Heard him tell a man he “would move Hell if 
Coburn told him.” Doesn’t need medicine. 

MR. HUTCHINSON. Character reading his hobby. A 
prime mover and coin chaser for the Association. 

MR. McCOONEY. (Changes the spelling of his name 
every day.) The man who put the P in pep. If you tell 
him what you want he’ll show you how to get it. Carry 
on McCooney. 

MR. MAC NAMARA. Personality personified. A good 
man to copy in dress, deportment and the glad smile with 
which he greets you and sends you back to your work. 

COMMANDER COBURN. A man’s man. An organizer 
and doer of big things. A man who from the laborer up, 
demands just fair play. He tells you what he thinks but 
not by carbon copy. 

LIEUT. ART MALE. Quiet, reserved. Taciturn at 
times, but a man in more ways than one. Not a weigh- 
master, but weighs much. 




Great Gathering of Final Assemblers 
Chief Ennis’s Rustlers 








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MR. WILL1TS. Above par when it comes to diplomacy 
and a square deal for his fellow workmen. 

A. JOY. We all admit it. The covering' department 
is full of it. 

MR. PEDDLE. The man who puts the jazz in the band 
of inspectors. Play on Peddler, Play on. 

MR. McCLURE. The prime mover in the N.A.A. and a 
promoter of no mean ability, always happy. The percent¬ 
age king of the Association. 

(You lobster—you’re mad because you didn’t get a per¬ 
centage yourself. You helped make considerable of my 
percentage of trouble with the members you brought, and 
then you thought you were going to get 50-50. NOTE 
by McClure.) 

JACK SMYTHE. A young man who has the Taylor 
system at his finger tips. A trainer of men. If he wants 
a thing “Nuf sed.” He’ll get it. 

MR. LOHMAN. We had our doubts when he landed. 
But now we are with him tooth and nail. 

LIEUT. ROBERTS. A southern gentleman. A good 
mixer. Fair play is his motto. 

MR. CLARKE. Always willing to listen to your 
troubles. Will go the limit to help the help. He knows 
the employment game from A to Z. 

MR. SCHOETTLE. A shuttle he is or was at the 
NAF. Bobbing in and out. Efficiency is his middle name. 
An expression often heard at the Factory—Who the Hell 
is Schoettle. The mechanic’s best friend. 

MR. PARSONS. Not the marrying kind. But a good 
fellow everyone will admit. 

WALTER ENNIS. The fox terrier of the final assem¬ 
bly with the tenacity of a bull dog. The do-or-die spirit 
in his every movement. 

DE BUS. A hail fellow well met. An exponent of 
metal parts and fittings. Will not vote for prohibition. 

MR. WHITE. White all through and then some. 

LIEUT. FLAGG. A good thing to follow if it’s the 
right one and we can vouch for him. 

SI SEVERN. Six feet two inches of good nature and 
happy-go-lucky disposition. Always on the move. We 
attribute the movement to the place of birth—Brigantine 
Beach. It was a case of move or get eaten up with gala- 
nippers or green flies. “Si” moved. Laid out air lanes for 
Jacquith at Atlantic City. Landscape artist at present 
writing. Married and satisfied with life. Outside of that 
he’s all right. 


DREAMS PROM THE DOPE ROOM 

ASA stimulus for political argument, Dope is mighty. 

If you don’t believe it, ask Gus Pyott or Bob Ingram. 
They can tell you more about the Democratic and Repub¬ 
lican platforms after they have sneezed and coughed their 
way through the dope room than Wm. Jennings Bryan or 
Dr. Cook could in their palmiest days, and the worst of it 
is, they believe it. 

When Philadelphia goes dry, come in the Dope Room. 
We can guarantee all kinds of effects. We will allow you 
to inhale it or inject it and if that has not the desired 
effect, will mix you a Tin Lizzie Cock Tail—a glass of 
gasoline with a nut in it—“Try it you rummies!” 





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For the size man he is, and the size car he drives, that 
man Ennis can raise more hell to the square inch when 
thing’s are not coming his way than any man we know of. 
But we all like him for it. 

(Dope is mighty and it will prevail.) 

Our Boat Shop and Sunday-school Superintendent Bill 
Rote, has got a brand new checker board presented to him 
by his Democratic friends. Lay off, you checker players, 
the board is off color. (Painted by Snyder.) (A word to 
the wise is sufficient.) 

That sign about: “We had the mumps, the measles and 
the croup, but they weren’t in it with looping the loop,” 
is no joke—ask Bill Rote, he knows. He’ll never take 
another airship ride. 

If you don’t believe that Dope has the desired effect, 
ask to see a picture postcard of two certain men in the 
Boat Shop or see page 44. 

De Bus and his gang evidently came from, or know a 
great deal about Coney Island. Their old familiar yell: 
“Get them while they’re hot,” has all the earmarks of it 
anyhow. 

(Dope is mighty and it must prevail.) 

November is cold and so is December; a ride in the 
S. A. 1 is all some folk will remember. 

Sherman said, “War is Hell.” Would like to have some¬ 
one’s opinions on Dope—one we can print. 

Dope is mighty and it does prevail. 

Thus endeth the Dopus Dream. 


DUNLAP’S GANG 
By W. C. Russell 

U NDER the guidance of Outside Superintendent Wilbur 
B. Dunlap, the Transportation Department of the 
Naval Aircraft Factory solved the problems of receipt 
and departure of material. The many tracks that encircle 
and enter the Factory, as well as the many receiving- 
doors, as well as the daily changing of routes, etc., made 
this a real job. 

“DO NOT FORGET THAT JOB ORDER.” Those job 
orders—do you remember them—those that read some¬ 
thing like this “Z-672-16S-C1-35S9.” 

Asst. Superintendent J. S. Richardson supervised this 
maze of moves. While his knowledge of transportation 
is broad, it was added to by a journey to and from Camden 
every day. 

Barney Fisher—everyone knows Barney—kept on the 
jump looking for available cars for shipment, flats, gon¬ 
dolas or enddoor box. He had to jump. 

Harry Walker hates coal, 1918 there was no coal, 1919 
cars of coal and coal and still more coal have come down 
upon him until it appears the yard is to be covered with 
“the accursed black stuff.” Don’t yell “coal” at Harry. 

Conductor Sheppard, what between moves of loaded and 
empty cars, bad switches, bad rails and what not had 
very little time to spare. Ask Sheppard as to his daily 
report on movement of flat cars. His reports were always 
all right. 







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Ensign W. B. Dunlap, U. S. Navy 
“Carloads of Transportation Lore” 


“No halfway decision would he tolerable.” —Wilson. 
“The sea seems very narrow.” —Wilson. 


“Every mob contributes to German lies.” —Wilson. 
“We solemnly purpose a decisive victory of arms.” 

—Wilson. 

“It is a war to make nations and peoples secure.” 

^ —Wilson. 

With iron fist and shining sword.” 

—The kaiser of the huns. 


Joe Russell had charge of those famous “job orders.” 
He loved them like a kid loves algebra—some day he hopes 
to write a book about their meaning. 

The modestest guy around the plant is the Correspond¬ 
ing Secretary of the N.A.A., Billy C. Russell. He says the 
next time he attends an Executive Committee meeting 
without the N.A.A. paying his expenses he’ll—he’ll why 
he 11 pay his own expenses. In those days when ’every 
mother s son was looking for a house to live in it was 



















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Russell who proved the real practical lighthouse on the 
subject. He never threw the bull—he gave real help. 
So they wanted him in “Dunlap’s department.” He raves 
about Dunlap. “They can call Williams of the Inspection 
bunch a prince if they like, but Dunlap’s an emperor (or 
king or something big like that).” (NOTE BY THE 
RECORDER OP THIS LOGBOOK—This paragraph is 
written by J. McClure, who quietly ripped out the few 
words Russell spoke concerning himself—the man’s too 
consarned modest—he’s a jewel—it’s safe for me to say 
that because I’m leaving the Factory. But every other 
day or so someone asks me where did Mr. Russell, “the 
man who helped us get homes when we needed them,” 
get to. He ought to be in the real estate business—that 
boy knows houses. Coax him to stick out a real estate 
sign somewhere in South Philadelphia. Heavens alive—a 
real, live real estate man you can give your rent to with 
the feeling it will reach the landlord and keep him in 
good humor for another month! Hello, Russell—stop 
raving about Dunlap and his gang and begin building 
houses. Sell mine—I want to sell it and soak all the 
money in my business enterprise—come on! Turn over 
to the picture of Dunlap’s gang, and pick out the hand¬ 
somest man with a mustache there—that’s Russell. It’s 
a nice upper lip jungle, too.) 

What would the NAF have done without its riggers? 
It had to be done by men competent, strong and willing 
to stand ready at any time to make a move for the benefit 
of the plant. “Pick ’Em Up boys” work was under the 
capable leadership of A. G. Farrell and E. F. Crean and 
they were the jazz-jazzers of jazzland on the job. 

Yes, sir—when there was anything hard around the 
NAF, it was easiest to holler—“Let Dunlap do it.” Funny, 
Dunlap and his Gang always did it. That’s the worst of 
being the real stuff—the better you are the more they 
give you to do, when what you want is something easy. 
Taint fair! 


The Salvage Gang expect orders to help the Salvation 
Army save something in Germany. Well, Germany should¬ 
n't have invited it. —Ross. 

Don't be tin horns, fellows! Be real sports. That is 
when you want to blow yourselves. —Coburn. 

Yep, there were two gangs of Bolsheviki down at the 
Factory. One took away the overtime, and the other 
wanted it; you ought to hear all each side says of the 
other. ‘ —Johnson. 

There’s something about a pencil I like. I’m a phil¬ 
osopher on the point. —Roberts. 

. 

Lo, man’s days are short and full of trouble. I don’t 
believe in eight hours—give me six. Lohmann. 


Edward J. Weitzel was instructor in the Training School 
for girls. The training of women workers was quite a 
problem at the outset, with no precedents for guideposts 
but the record made by the NAF Training School is one 
to be proud of. 









Good Mixers—Barring- None 
























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THE BLACKSMITH GANG 

Please observe the gentlemen on the opposite page. 
There are two groups of them—one handsome, the other 
pretty. One gang is the blacksmiths, without whom the 
plant would have quit cold. The other gang is the Dunlap 
aggregation of worshippers at the shrine of Dunlap. They 
would not be forget-me-nots—no, they wanted a picture 
all by themselves. But soon they found they needed 
Secretary Russell, two Aircraft girls, and Whelan, to give 
them another distinction. 


APPLICATION FOR EMPLOYMENT AS A 
STOCK CHASER 

What is your name. Your real one. 

Where were you born. What floor. 

Is it in a good neighborhood. Have you 

any relatives in the service. How many in debt. 

How many times have you been convicted of theft. 

(If once or twice only, do not fill out remainder of the 
application.) 

What is a stub. Bound it. 

What kind of a curse is it. 

Where will you go to in case of an accident. 

To the Dispensary or where. Where will 

you go to die. Are you used to 

a warm climate.Have you ever chased angels. 

What kind of panels do angels use for flying with. 

Can you swear.(Applicant should herewith 

attach a sample of his proficiency). 

1 How would you take a truck load of longerons past a dis¬ 
patcher without having a stub. 

Can you make a dispatcher sign for stuff you take from 

him. What gender is a stub, 

male, female or damnable.Have you any 

physical ailments.(An applicant who 

cannot exhibit excessive action when the boss is around 
should not apply further.) Have you any mental de¬ 
rangement (For example, have you ever designed a cost 

system or any other derangement). 

Define the status of a stock chaser. 

Does he follow an occupation, a vacation, or a bunch of 
skirts . 


Edgar Luttgen was with us in various capacities. Those 
of us who remember the days when we hung our coats 
on our backs and our hats on our heads will appreciate 
the fact that Ed was in charge of the first installation of 
lockers,— (which accounts for a stray silver strand or two 
in his golden locks). 


Read a newspaper paragraph ’tother day that someone 
took money from a man named Ma.cNama.ra or McClure. 
Taking anything from a Mac of any kind is like—like— 
well, like licking a Scotchman. You may defeat him, but 
you’ll have to give in. — L — w s - 

Where is Camp Dodge? Where, oh, where was the 
battle of League Island fought? 




































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THE ENLISTED HANGAR CREW 

By Stafford 

/^iN BOARD the ships in the training station everywhere 
was the talk that a great factory was to be built at 
Philadelphia, to manufacture aeroplanes, larger and 
greater in carrying capacity than had ever been built in 
this country. 



,, D - ?• } Vest - P IM > at on ce applied for a transfer from 
the .Meet and has since served as our noble Chief He 

made the trip to Pensacola, Fla., in a C-l plane built in 
the factory. 

























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---- 

Next in line comes Morris Adrian, CQM, who when it 
comes to setting- up planes has no equal, for when he 
says a plane is lined up, one can certainly rely on it. Then 
comes G. H. Stafford, MM1C, who also made the trip to 
Pensacola, Fla., in the Cl, is Chief of the R-6, the plane 



that was built by this crew. A. Owens is Assistant Chief, 
while H. Pace, J. Taylor, S. Jolly, and S. Kelly serve as 
good boat men. Let us not forget Bob Franklin, who takes 
care of the quartermaster work. 


































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We then have Ehrke, who was chief of the boat that 
carried the Liberty Bond riders, with Carlot and Smith 
for a crew. 

Now there comes a call for a boat—Shorty Souder is 
on the job and ready to man the oars, when our Chief 
West gives the command, in a hoarse, sea-going voice, 
“Shove Off.” The crew is then brought ashore. Halpin 
has the tractor ready, the boat is put on its cradle by the 
boat men, pulled upon the ramp, where the crew goes over 
it, looking over every part before the next flight. 

“Chow” call now sounds, so we will have to eat, and we 
wish you all “happy days.” 


HULL AND PINAL ASSEMBLY CHART—88838 

Part of Menu at N. A. A. Banquet 


No. 

Item. 

777 

HALF A GRAPEFRUIT. 

4-11-44 

—CHERRY. 


(“My Belgian Rose”). 

9x48 

GOLDEN HEART CELERY. 


Remarks. 


Au Maraschino. 

Or camouflage. 
From the Hangar. 


98-1 


492-76 

8648 


6328 


7983 
Mrfe 
3 x 73 


9696 

6942 


xtc 


Crunch it—thick with overtime. 
QUEEN OLIVES (“K-K-Katy”). 

What did the Irishman say the 
first time he tasted olives? 
CREAM OF CELERY SOUP. Good dope. 

OISTER CROQUETTES (“We don’t want the 
bacon”). A la Kugler—or inclinometery. 

HALF HULL OF A SPRINGY CHICKEN. 

Treated with heat; but don’t swear 
out loud at the brazers. 

CARDINAL TOMATO. Colored a la Crennan 

and Savage. 

ROAST POTATO (“There’s a Long, Long Trail”). 

A la MacNamara and O’Brien—la! la! 
GIANT ASPARAGUS (“Long Boy”). 

A la wireless masts, strutted and 
longeroned and covered. 

MIXED ICE CREAM. 

Gobby, gooey and job-ordery and experimentry. 
CAKES. 

(“There’s a Lump of Sugar Down in Dixie”). 

Assorted sizes and odd lengths. 

COFFEE. 

Demi-tasse to fit the sugar allowance, 
blamed small; the Hun to be blamed largely. 
(“When You Come to the End of a Perfect Day”). 


999 

1000 


FOUR BELLS 
CIGARETTES. 

Fatty-fats, etc. How about Fatima, Wright 9 
CIGARS. 

Holy Smokes! Ah-h! 


SPECIAL OPERATION 

EXAMINE BADGE AND INSIGNIA SAMPLES AND 
BE PREPARED TO VOTE FOR YOUR CHOICE. 


















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FINAL ASSEMBLIES 

Someone said F. A. was merely Shaeffer Bros. & Fnnis, 
and the gangs who loved to work with them, not for them. 
“Wizards” is a better name for all of them. They knew 
where every wire, nut, sliver, and speck of dust belonged, 
and made sure they were all there. Dangler patted the 



engines (the Liberty boys) before he put them in their 
cribs. Hartzel never left his overalls off—he even dreamed 
of improvements. But when the boats left this gang, the 
boats were O. K. Then the Packing Gang got them. 













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BEN MAC’S WANDERINGS 

[NOTE—I have been called all thing’s, by all manner of 
men, from “insect” to “genius,” but the oddest name ever 
conferred upon me was granted by that bard who wrote 
lacework poesy about trees, and went gladly to a man’s 
death, Elandersward. He called me a “poet.” Possibly 
he is right, for only a poet would be wise enough to think 
of taking’ time off to write a war-time souvenir book for 
a gang of Aircrafters. What I shall be calling 1 myself, 
which is more important, before I get through with the 
pedigrees of the establishment, I do not know. Hence, I’ll 
let Ben Mac smash the eggs, not wanting 1 my ordinary 
name mixed up in the omelet.—J. McC.] 

T HAD something 1 like fifty-seven varieties of cousins in 
A the war, and I had to do something. I volunteered to a 
department—nothing doing! I think they thought I wanted 
to manage the affair. Then, moved by the appeals of an¬ 
other department for “Statisticians,” I volunteered again. 
Only, I positively refused to pass another examination—I 
had passed enough of them. “Well,” they said, “it is only 
a form in this case.” I relented and sent in the filled-out 
form. They retorted with a printed circular filled-in at the 
tail end with “passed on experience but rejected on account 
of lack of a college degree.” Holy scissors! When I was 
handed the letter I was chortling about a gawk turned 
down by a medical examiner because of flat feet. “Awfully 
sorry, Doc,” responded the applicant, “fer I’ve just walked 
forty-three miles over the mountains to get here and now 
I’ll have to walk back!” I wrote back the simple truth 
that the last time I had been in the service, the service had 
sought me because some college guys had fallen down on a 
job which I straightened out and which any one could see in 
the Congressional Library in the form of something like 
five volumes with my name on the front page. 

Being of the accursed Scots race I was merely the more 
obstinate about getting into the strife. So I volunteered 
for Y.M.C.A. work in France. I meant it, too, until I con¬ 
cluded that while I could make a prayer on occasion I could 
swear far better on other occasions. That seemed to let 
me out of Y.M.C.A. work. 

Honestly, I don’t know what made me think of the Navy- 
yard, but I sat down one night and pleaded with the 
Commandant to be allowed to enlist as a yeoman. Back 
came a dash of cold seawater, for I was told that 35 was 
the limit of enlistment age for yeomen. So I began nosing 
around for some other place to serve and was planning to 
vamoose into Canada and a Highland regiment when I got 
the oddest letter I ever saw. It was headed, “Aircraft 
Factory.” That was an eye-opener—an aircraft factory at 
League Island! Would I come down, for they thought I 
might be used? Would I? I woulded at once. 

I learned where I got off the minute I struck the Gate. 
The St. Peter on guard there (I’ll swear his name is Pat) 
asked me my name, and I told him, “Ben Mac.” “And who’s 
Ben Mac?” he growled in a bass and haughty growl. 1 
shrunk for I knew here was one place I was of no impor- 





article made or bought. The other crews, being in a If keeping Stores is an easy job, go to it and try arrang- 
hurry, thought the* Stores kept far too well (which was ing ten million things, from locomotives to pins, so that 
their job, of course). Everything had its place, until the you can turn to a shelf and hand it out, for a Stub. 


















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tance. A gob escort looked me over and a bunch of other 
stiffs, and growled, “Come on!’’ Half way down the prom¬ 
enade he stopped short and grunted out something. I 
turned to see if he needed medical assistance, for he looked 
sort of solemn with his arm in a convulsion. The hoboes 
were grinning, until it dawned upon us all we should do as 
all around were doing, namely, stand at attention and salute 
the rising colors. That was something new, and I felt 
proud taking part in it. I was closer to war. Oh, I 
thought, if only every morning every factory in the land 
went to work only after saluting the colors! Most of us 
would follow a flag and a bugle forever! Pondering maud¬ 
lin fashion on suchlike dreams, I found myself ushered 
into a hall whose sides were lined with waiting guys like 
myself. 

I was told to wait. Right beside me was a chap who 
confided that he was trying to get off the night force and 
onto the day gang. He also confided to me that he did not 
understand what England was doing in the war. I told 
him a few things concerning what she was doing, but he 
was certain that she hadn’t 7,000,000 men under arms, that 
she hadn’t more than ten ships fit for duty, and that, some¬ 
how, someway, somewhere England was this and England 
was that. I grew uneasy, for the lad was getting real 
excited, and I thought I saw the guard glower at us. Darn 
it! I thought, I wish this guy would shut up—he’ll sureiy 
not get onto day work and I won’t get my any-kind-of-a- 
job. Finally I was ushered into a room filled with more 
young people than I had ever seen at any place, and filled 
also with more noise than any convention I had ever at¬ 
tended. Chatter—chatter—chatter—it was a cyclone of 
chatter. I was dazed with it! Some were gobs, and many 
of them were young women. The others, I thought, were 
there for some good reason—wasn’t it the Navy? 

While I was filling in a printed form, one of the satellites 
of the office shot forth on a tangential orbit calling on 
someone to “listen to this guy and what he says he can 
do—gee, it’s rich—listen!” Good night! I thought, what’ll 
that guy say when he reads my history! So I shortened 
the description of my abilities, finishing it in about fifteen 
minutes. Almost as soon as I had put in the last period 
I heard a rich, kindly voice speak my name, and I looked up 
into Hutch’s face. Good old Hutch! He had the patience 
of several Jobs before he got through with me. Finally 
he asked me, “Are you a carpenter’s assistant?” That 
seemed odd, and I looked him over. I had to say some¬ 
thing, and I faintly said, “I am not!” “Well, are you a 
painter’s assistant?” That seemed odder, but I told him 
the bitter truth—I was not. “Well, are you a blacksmith’s 


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helper?” Then I began to imagine I understood, so I told 
him to put me down as any old thing, and he rated me as 
an A. P. S. He told me to report Monday morning sure, 
positively, without fail. It was mandatory and I had to 
leave my boss on a few hours’ notice, but I didn’t feel a 
bit mean—Uncle wanted me. I was in the war. 



Just “Dad” 


I was shoved into the Intelligence Gang, and my first 
boss was Monsieur Go-get-em. He sized me all over, and I 
knew he was thinking—“Gee, what kind of a fish is this!” 
But the more he talked the better I liked him—and he can 
talk. Did you ever drink whiskey with him? Then eat 
a few sandwiches with him, then talk with him, then 
walk with him to another sandwich place, then talk with 
him, and so on? No? Then you have missed a treat! But, 
as I was saying, he gave me several once-overs and then a 
few all-overs, and finally became confidential and chummy, 
something like as follows: 

“Ben Mac, old scout, our gang is the darndest gang 
around the place. Everyone hates us, but everyone wants 


’Tis Better to Have Loved and Lost, 

Than Be Married and Be Bossed. 

—Roberts. 

When Two People Are Calling Each Other Liars 
They Are Probably Both Telling The Truth. 

—Fawkner. 
















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us. If anything is missing, they come to us. No, we don’t 
steal—we find what they lose. Now, get this, Mac—if you 
want to stay in my gang, get whatever you’re sent out for.” 
Get it? I got it. But when I came to think it over in the 



R. B. Hutchison, Psychologist 
N. A. A. Selector and Matcher of Personnel 

cafeteria, I wasn’t just sure what I was to “get”—small¬ 
pox, or what. But I was determined to get something. 

The Shortage Gang was some gang. The shops cursed 
it. The Stores cursed it. The assemblies cursed it. But 
the gang blithely roamed through the shops getting the 
stuff it was charged with collecting. 

There was one place the gang loved, and that was the 
shortage desk of Stores. That system was delicious. If 
any article was absent from Stores when ordered, it was 


ALWAYS TAKE A STEW HOME. 

—Joy. 

Don’t Spit on the Floor, 
Remember the Johnstown Flood. 

—Colby. 









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carded and the amount and title was recorded on the card. 
Cards would accumulate for these items, and when you dis¬ 
covered some of the material in the bins which had passed 
in the night beyond the grasp of the shortage man, you 



A Charming Victor Gang 

simply seized a card with the required quantity and had it 
cancelled. Simple, of course, in conjunction with the stub 
idea. Only when some department chief would send out 


Banquet Bulletin No. 9 The “Big” Banquet 

COUNTER-CHALLENGE TO THE BLOOEY 


‘BLUE DEVILS’ 


Well, we’ve taken note you’ve spread your great CHAL¬ 
LENGE all over the Factories—boasting about what you’re 
going to do to the Red Boys with the Flaming Carnations, 
at the Farewell Banquet at Kugler’s Monday. 

We’ve even heard you were going to kidnap DeBus, 
yours truly. Huh! You may be “going to,” but you ARE 
■^OT positively and absolutely. But keep an eye on 
yourself, brave Captain Milby. Make your will—quickly! 

Blue Devils! Huh! where’d you get that title? We’ll 
make you feel blue. We’ll outcheer you. We’ve stunts 
actually going already—and we’ll bet a doughnut to a 
German Treaty you have only thought of something with 
nothing done yet. Our crowd will name the Second Vice- 
President and you won’t get a smell for your man. 

We won t call you a bunch of Stews for we are gentle¬ 
men, but we feel assured that you'll be thrown out of the 
Banquet Hall before 9 o’clock arrives. Long before then 
you'll be crying to get home to mother. 

CAPTAIN DeBUS AND HIS CHARMING 

BUNCH OF CARNATIONS. 




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to see why his stuff was not coming - across, something 
mysterious had happened to the card calling for its 
delivery. Sure! 

Then the Shortage Gang loved stubs. You couldn’t get 
anything out of Stores unless you paid with a stub. There 
were two fellows in charge of the issue of stubs, and they 
were industrious. One would search out the minutest de¬ 
tail before he would issue a stub—the other saved time— 
he gave you stubs, he fairly thrust them upon you. If you 
didn't take them he was much peeved. 

Then if a stub didn't just fit, you exchanged with some¬ 
one who had a stub which did. It was a great game. 
Sometimes you got excited when you realized there was a 
bunch of stuff in Stores and your department was damn¬ 
ing you for not hastening over with it, Clarence. They 
called you worse names than that if you didn’t arrive with 
the stuff. And you couldn’t bring everything in your 
pocket. 

The great and glorious motto of the Shortage Gang 
was, however, to get, never forget it. They got it. It 
may not be true, but it is whispered that there was an 
engine wanted one day for one of the boats, and one could¬ 
n’t be found. That is, that day, but it was forthcoming the 
next day. Where it came from is a mystery, but in a cer¬ 
tain barroom it is whispered that it was taken from a 
package in the night which had been nailed up by the 
Packing Gang. Anyway, the Shortage Gang made deliv¬ 
eries of missing stuff—that was its job. 

First, I was taken through the Machine Shop. When the 
clatter and bustle of that place had resolved itself into an 
organized concoction in my cerebral processes, I began to 
want to search out missing stuff for myself. There were 
two guys I soon ran up against, Sheridan and Haines. I 
pestered Haines for data from his files until I think he 
deliberately planned to shoot me on sight or wish me 
death by submarining. Sheridan was a hustler, and I know 


Any Color Stockings Are Pretty, 

As Long As They Are Well Filled. 

—Petty. 

There is a Man who never Drinks 
Nor Smokes or Chews or Swears 

Who never Gambles, never Flirts 
And Shuns all Sinful Snares— 
HE’S PARALYZED! 

There is a Man who never Steals 
You can trust him anywheres 

For Automobiles and Airships 
This Man he never cares— 

HE’S BLIND! 

There is a Man who never does 
Anything that is not right. 

His Wife can tell you where he is 
At Morning, Noon or Night— 

HE’S DEAD! 


—Layler. 




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“Baldwin” (Note the pin) 

“Knew Thirty Billion Machine Details” 

he hated my stopping- him in his mad career after some 
job’s tail. The number system delighted me, until I began 
numbering every article at home. The salt was 4776, the 
pepper was 31144-6, the bread was 41144, until there was 
finally a family council concerning whether I should con¬ 
tinue sojourning at the Yard or at Kirkbrides. One day I 
was in the seventh heaven, for I discovered an error in the 
numbering of a machined part. Gods, but I was in fine 
glee—I felt I was helping! Enthused, I began seeing 
visions of other errors, until I heard a gruff voice want to 
know “who the hell is this guy with his errors, etc!” I 
can see Baldwin’s smile yet. When it was shown that I 
was in error, I apologized and offered to buy the cigars, and 
things were all right again. “But, ye know, Mac, if I let 
you or anyone else come around here telling me about my 
mistakes how could I hold the respect of my men. I’d 


Nobody Cares a Dam About What You Are Doing 
Until You Try To Do It On The Quiet. 

—Snyder. 

Some Polks Are Good ’Cause They Haven’t 
The Nerve To Be Anything Blse. 

—Johnson. 







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be busy all day.” I didn’t know it was as bad as that, and 
I am sure it really was not, but I said nothing, merely 
shaking my head. 

In going my rounds throughout the plant, from Machine 
Shop to Stores, to Boat Shop, to Paint Shop, from building 
to building, I began to notice one certain individual. I 
saw him everywhere and I concluded he was dogging me. 
Did you ever hear that story they tell of Hog Island? 
There was a fellow went down there they wanted to keep 
but they were not just ready for him. They told him to 
take a hammer and go through the plant and he was to tap 
every bolt he saw, just that and nothing more—it would 
keep him busy all day. One day he observed that he was 
followed by a youth. Thoughts of the “gumshoe” artist 
floated through his mental ways, and he got mad. He 
waylaid this “detective.” The terrified youth explained 
that until HIS job was ready he was told to follow the 
first man and “inspect” his work. So I concluded this guy 
I saw everywhere was following or watching me. But I 
soon gave that idea up; he appeared to be really working. 
Gosh, but he could walk, and gosh! but he kept busy! 
I got to admire the geezer! Finally I said to myself, that 
red-headed guy isn’t going to beat me—I’m going to work 
harder than him. I worked hard all the time I was at the 
Factory, but, the truth is now out—Crennan, the Chief 
Moveman (that’s his title, and it fits) is responsible, by 
example, for my exemplary conduct. 

The daily experiences of the writer in the NAF were 
everyone of them interesting, and that might be said of 
every man employed there on war work. (What a wonder¬ 
ful volume, by the way, the Manager might conclude when 
he laid down his pen.) Rather than have them record one 
man’s adventures daily, let the following paragraphs hint 
ramblingly at the general experience of all of us. It should 
be more interesting. 

Let’s begin at the Gate and “Dad.” There’s a fellow for 
you. We had to pass him every morning. There’s only 
one explanation concerning the mystery of his always 
being there. He was glued there, and he never left the 
place for fear of spoiling his trouser seat. No matter 
when you arrived, late, or early, that bird was perched 
there, and you had to have your badge right—capital 
RIGHT also. Whoever found him found a Jewel. Up 
There, there’s a job waiting him. It’s to pass in the bunch 
of scalawags—yet, more likely, to warn old St. Pete when 


There was a little man and he had a Wooden Leg, 

He hadn’t any money and he didn’t want to Beg. 

So he took Four Spoons and an Old Tin Can 
And he made a little Ford and the Damn thing ran. 

—Wellington. 

A Little Spark and a Little Coil, 

A Little Gas and a Little Oil, 

A Piece of Tin and a Two Inch Board 
Put Them Together and You Have a Ford. 

—Baldwin, 





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a Warcrafter approaches. I’d love to see the saint button 
up his trouser pockets, or put an extra garter on his stock¬ 
ing, whichever it is. One day he was sick, and the Com¬ 
mander posted a notice about him. That was a white thing 
to do, and every one of the fellows appreciated it. Well, 
all right—if you have ninety-nine cents you haven’t a dollar 
and there could have been no Yard without Dad. 

I’ll miss the walks morning and night, the sight of 
strange-looking ships, the marching squads, the saluting of 
officers, the morning salute to the colors. I’ll miss the 
whirr of overhead airboats, and the sound of the bands 
trolling drafts aboard ship. I’ll miss the pacing sentries, 
and the daily parades of the Marines. I’ll miss that some¬ 
thing which was in the mind of the fellow who said wist¬ 
fully, “Gee, Mac, there’s something about the Yard and the 
Factory I hate to leave!” I advised him, however, to take 
her with him. 

The time clocks and the typewriters were twins in a 
way. Who ever found the time clocks to keep pace with 
Philadelphia time (surely that isn’t hard!), and who ever 
found a typewriter around the joint so manufactured it 
would spell accurately? Doyle is a good scout, and surely 
he was patient with argumenters over the idiosyncrasies of 
the time clocks—but, holy scissors, if you pulled any alibi 
stuff on ringing in or out, even when you knew it was right 
and proper, he fought valiantly for our Uncle Samuel. 
Nothing doing—positively nothing doing. You had to do 










your ringing yourself—your ghost could not work for you. 

But the weird spelling perpetrated by those typewriters_ 

oh, jee-roo-seh-lam! 

d he automobile park was some place. The jitney syn¬ 
dicate was on the job. It paid. If you could buy a Tin 
Lizzie you could take down and bring home ten or fifteen 
passengers at $2 a week per head. Bully for Lizzie! But, 
dear heart, the police authorities declared if they could only 
get into the Yard they could locate a number of jits which 

belonged to brokenhearted once-owners of them. Tut, tut_ 

not so, Alonzo! No one would steal one of them things. 
Tin Lizzies just follow you about—always looking for a 
good-looking owner. There was one guy had a contraption 
shaped like a tin cigar—he was known to paint it a different 
color every week. When anyone saw it coming he swore off 
pronto—never, no never again! It wasn’t an F-5-1, but it 
could fly, which explains why it had to be painted so 
often—the wind rubbed the stuff off. 

Talking about jits, what about the meadows! Yep, they 
stunk lots of mornings, but, also, lots of mornings they 


If Some Men Were As True To Their Country As They 
Are To Their Wives—God Help The Country. 

—Miller. 

Cows May Come and Calves May Go 
But the Bull Goes On Porever. 

—Blough. 

I Know You Are A School Teacher Because 
You Have Pupils In Your Byes. 

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were painted overhead with morning gold and blue. Those 
gorgeous sunrises, shall we so readily forget them, their 
beauty mingling with the sad thought that we were late 
again and bang, we had lost one hour and a half of morning 
pay. Say, whoever invented that “hour and a half” thing? 
He had the buccaneer who toasted a victim’s toes skinned 
to death! Think it over! We had to travel to the farthest 
point in Philadelphia, (2) in PRT jiggeries, (3) across a 
German-scented marsh, and (4) had a walk—yea, WALK 
about seventeen miles to get near a timecard, and if you 
missed by a hair, they took away an hour and a half of 
your pay. We shall remember that! 

Then the gobs—did you ever see such a happy-go-lucky 
bunch? I remember how we used to discuss at home about 
having a gob every Sabbath evening—just to cheer him up, 
poor fellow! Please get that! Cheer up a Yard gob! 
That's like putting juice into a watermelon and white on 
a darky’s teeth. 

Say, I defy you to deny you couldn’t keep your eyes off 
the women the first day you roamed around the joint. 
They looked odd, didn’t they, in those overalls? After the 
first day, though, you rather liked them—the women 1 
mean. 

Wherever the girls were thickest was the most attractive, 
of course. Another attractive place was wherever you 


Has anyone ever been able to untangle the spelling of 
the Thomson, Thomesens, Tomsons, Smiths, Smythes, etc., 
around this shop? Who’s Who and What’s What? 

—Slade. 

So Bob Spiers is selling soap again? Is it possible he 
knew what soap was like? Wait—I remember he knew 
suds well! Sure he was a lovely bubble artist— He could 
be so happy! —Snyder. 

(Which Snyder no one knows.) 

Advertisement—If the stiff who took my hat will only 
return it, he will get his, which cost far more, in return. 
Apply after several months to J. McClure, NAF. (Some¬ 
one write Stitt.) 

As for Thorbahn—why—er—of course I’ll desist! 

—Colby. 

Where voss Sharlie Voss keepin’ hisself these days? 
Talk about inspectors—that fellow could search out the 
skeleton in any framework. Nothing gets past Charlie, 
not even a jitney. Rutan. 

“Badges for sale, badges for sale!” Hah! Mr. Watson 
is around selling rings. Cocklin. 

You're right, Mr. Wright is not with us anymore, but 
he is still with the U. S. Navy. —Ali Baba’s Gang. 

Mike Robinson takes pictures only. Then who took my 
patent ink well and those other thingsCrossan. 

It was cold as blazes when the Factory began, but they 
weren’t the same kind ol blazes employed in the wai m 
spell of August, 1918. Iteckford. 

Why were there two peace celebrations at the plant? 
Both were too much for some of the rhododendrons root¬ 
ing there or thereabouts. —Hood. 





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Asst. Superintendent Olson 
“The Wizard in Wood and Metal” 


found thin ones. I liked the Machine Shop, for it exhibited 
some most modern ways of doing things. Yet I liked the 
Wood Mill the best. Its roar was a bit tiresome at first, 
but the neat and clean work of such fellows as Rinker, 
Lynch, Heaton, et al., had a most charming attraction for 
a fellow whose woodcraft was bounded by a desire to 
whittle a stick to slivers. Ross was always neat—Petty 
smiling and bustling. Shier was industrious, and Heaven 
help the man who broke anything, or delayed. Joy was 
pushing—did you ever see those women of his sew? Ennis 
made his terriers jump, and Judge Shaeffer was everywhere 
all at one time. They were all good, but Old Man Rote had 
the best of it, for he gathered around him a lot of shrewd 
Jersey seacoast boatbuilders and let them go to it. They 
went, all right; in good old-fashioned shipshape style. He 
won at the beginning, but I think they feared him because 
he was a Justice of the Peace; they all owned autos and 
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The cafeteria was an odd place. Certainly they did the 
best they could, and really and truly the service was not 
bad, but there was nothing but complaints. This wasn’t 
just so, or that wasn’t just so. One fellow facetiously re¬ 
marked he was tired getting buttons day after day, he 
wanted a thread and needle for variety. Another fellow 
found something else, or so he said. There were a lot of 
good finders around, as you discovered if you left your 
desk unlocked, so that was not surprising. But the oddest 
happening was one day the writer found when he had 
passed out he had forgotten to pay his check. He promptly 
(yes, he did) returned to pay it, and they wouldn't let him 
in. He hunted up another door and passed the girl giving 
out checks there. She hollered after him, but he remarked 
he was going to pay his check. She became indignant, 
and sent a gob, and then a cop after him. When it was 
explained to the gob, he smiled, but the cop made him go 
back. 

After chow every noon hour the crowd assembled outside 
in front of that bulletin board to read the old news of 
yesterday. It was really a joke to see that the “news” put 
on that board was the stuff you had read coming down that 
morning. Anyway, we smoked and “lied, and lied.” Also, 
we matched. Some matched for pennies—huh!—they were 
penny pickers. Not so the crowd that matched for halves 
and wholes. They were princes. Where did they get the 
coin ? 

And as to smoking it happens there are two forms of 
tobacco which the writer has a peculiar interest in. He 


Where’s Frisbie’s inspection crew? The gobbesses are 
going home. —Williams. 

“Cover the hull, cover the hull, 

Cover like blazes with shavings and glue. 

The Schedule Man’s roaring to get the boats soaring— 
For Heaven’s sake hasten to get the job through.” 

—Song of Heaton’s Bunch. 

Oh, joy, oh, joy! 

We sew, just so— 

So the days go. 

—Hymn of Joy’s Brigade. 
(We don’t know what 
the hymness is.) 

Has anyone seen our wandering boy around tonight? 
Jack Atkins, my Jo, John, what part of the circuit are 
you singing songs on? Gobs, but he was a gob! 

—Stevens. 

FOR SALE—A few thousand pontoons. Apply to 

—Luby. 

Money, aye much money! —Loeb. 

Who was it said: “Bless the Aircraft bunch and give 
them wisdom!”? Of course, he knew what’s good for 
them, but they wanted overtime. —Jenkins. 

1 certainly loved that Machine Shop Office—all of it. 

—Brady. 

Sheridan can design anything. Don’t get him thinking 
about you or yours. —Flierl. 

I object to the toast: “To Hades With the Stores for 
They Gave Us Hades!” The trouble was the Shortage 
Gang took everything long ago. —Cruver. 




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Chief Luby and his Manufacturers of Pontoons 


has always wanted to chew, but somehow has never 
mastered the accomplishment—honest to goodness, there’s 
something so manly about the chew-chew-chewing of a 
fellow’s jaws it makes him appear like a real fellow. But 
he has abhored cigarette smoking. Jiminy crickets, that’s 
an accomplishment for kids! But one day Tom Fields 
asked him to have a spike and he did. Thenceforwards he 
was on the toboggan, although he seldom paid for them— 
what was the use of buying when everyone offered you one? 
Here’s a problem—how many miles of cigarettes were 
smoked at the NAF during dinner hour in the “zone” 
(br-r-r! if you went beyond the ZONE you were pinched)? 

Talking about the zone, we won’t name a fellow, but he 

forgot himself and went calmly into the office smoking_a 

CIGAR. On he went, oblivious of the Chief behind him, 
until the latter grabbed him. Holy smokes! 

Smoking hour was one of the blessings of the NAF, but 
there were some curses. One of them was the Night Gang. 
I d call it a blessing. When things went wrong, and things 
disappeared (honest, the writer doesn’t know yet what 
happened to two truck loads of stuff he broke his back 
collecting and had turned over to the dispatchers), what 
was the use of having a Night Gang if it couldn’t be 


WHEN THE FLU HIT THE AIRCRAFT BUNCH 

AY hen your back is broke and your eyes are blurred 
And jour shin bones knock and your tongue is flurred 
And jour tonsils SQueak and your hair gets drj', 

And your doggone sure you're going to die, 

But you’re skeered you won’t and afraid you will, 

•lust drag to bed and have your chill, 

And pray the Lord to see you through, 

For you’ve got the Flu, Boy, 

You’ve got the Flu. 














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blamed? And, vice versa, only worse, the Day Gang was 
the curse of the Night Crew. They were both bad gangs—- 
each proved it on the other. 

There were several thousand curses when overtime 
stopped. Can you beat it? For years the labor world was 
showing its teeth over having to work more than eight 
hours, and then suddenly it wept because it couldn’t work 
12 hours. Funny war! 

Matching was not the only game played, for there was 
the game of getting your rating changed. I knew only two 
men around the establishment who didn’t engage in it—at 
first. You started at some rating—yep, that was only a 
start. Every day you came to the Yard after staying on 
your bended knees for a while, determined to get another 
rating. It was in the air. I think it was due to the fact 
that almost every person employed belonged to some secret 
order or other, and you felt it obligatory to advance to the 
next degree. 

There were several epidemics infesting the plant at times. 
One of them was, of course, the “flu.” Incidentally, that 
guy Thompson of the Experimental Bunch evolved a little 
joke thereon. (Where he got his stories from beats Beet- 







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Chief Shepherd and his Packers—Their Very 
Hammers Flew 


land—every day he had a new one—it’s a trait of Maine 
Yankees.) Anyway, he says that a new arrival of Milesian 
extraction applied for admittance without a badge at the 
Golden Gates: “Hello, Mike,” says the Sentry, “how did 
you get up here?” “Oh!” says Mike, “flu!” 

As to the other epidemics, one was the itch for a transfer. 
If you started in the panel department you believed you 
would get farther if you transferred into the transporta- 


When Dangler retires he’s going to take the mechanism 
of a wasp apart to hear it hum after he dusts it and oils 
it up, and improves its timing. The wasp won’t be stung. 

—Either Almond or Brewer. 




















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tion department, and if you started in the dispatcher gang 
you knew in your heart and soul you would make more 
money working in the paint shop. 

There was another complaint, to wit, no one, it seems, 
was working at the thing he could do best. One depart¬ 
ment said it was composed of watchmakers, teachers, 
preachers, newspaper men, without there being an honest 
guy in the bunch. Still, that very department was always 
ahead of the schedule—can you beat it! 



Complaints! Ye gods, they grew up faster than weeds 
over night. Someone was doing this, and someone was 
doing that—it depended probably upon what kind of a time 
you had had at the lodge the night before. The better the 
time the worse the grouch the next day, the fatter the 
crop of rumors. But there was never a live bunch that 
didn’t have a growl and roar; the louder the roar the 
stronger the lion. For, be it remembered, the factory grew 
from nothing (which isn’t quite fair to the Marines, is it?) 
to what it is today, through the steady labor of grumblers 
and growlers. They got there! 





















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One day the writer saw a man up town whose face 
appeared familiar, and he asked him if he had not worked 
at the Factory. Yes, he had, but he left at the Armistice. 
That man is a notable professional man. It was currently 
reported that there were not merely one or two but actually 
a number of millionaires in the crew. One man had a ranch 
of 1700 acres. “That is nothing, friend,” he said, “my 
neighbor has a ranch of 23,000 acres.” It was literally true 
there were doctors, newspaper men, preachers, teachers, 
and whatnots in the personnel. You could not tell them 
from other men, so what’s the use of being famous or rich? 
Being good helpers to our Uncle counts most in the change- 
house of the times. One of the rich celebrities owns several 
estates and several high-powered automobiles. “I’ll miss 
having to get up early in the morning,” he complained, 
when the Armistice shot along like an unexpected comet. 
More likely he’ll miss the load of laughing girls he brought 
down with him every morning loaded to the guards. One 
man collected over $20,000 royalties every year from a 
patent. Another man was a famous painter. Another was 
a famous sculptor. What a personnel! There were society 
girls, and they came from all over. 

The men were grouchy about the women working, but the 
women did not merely good work, but the finest quality of 
work. It was amazing to see them handle planes and 
hammers, and paint brushes. One high school girl was a 
master of the art of painting—a lovely girl, too. 



Chief Joy and His Panel Coverers (Really the Best 
Halftone in the Book. It is so) 

NOTE.—Chief Joy won a prize for getting new members. 
So did Wellington, of the Machine Shop, and Superinten¬ 
dent Miller, of the Wood Mill. 


You wouldn't say a lumber pile was a good place for 
a wooden-headed lad with a cork leg, would you? 

—Dunlap. 

Pierpont Alorgan offered Haussman a job keeping his 
bankroll. Haussman said he preferred to keep his own. 
Ever try to get wood stuff out of Haussman’s stores? 

R-6. 

Smiles—work—then work—smiles. Funny how that lad 
O’Brien finds time to do even the smiles. Old Man Work 
feints warily, but O’B uppercuts all day long, and when 
the gong rings O.M.W. is all done. Sayers. 






















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I’ll always think of some as real celebrities. Baldwin, 
for instance. Every time I went through the Machine Shop 
I looked to see if Baldwin smiled—as soon as I saw that 
smile I knew the place was going all right. 

Olson I had a grudge against. I think he hated me the 
first time I struck the Wood Mill. “What kind of a bird is 
this coming around here trying to prod me?” he thought. 
I laid for him. But, try as I would, Olson knew everything 
that was going on. He didn’t have to refer to the records. 
The only explanation I could conceive was that he sat up 
nights memorizing everything. He more than filled his job. 
But I’ve got a puzzle for him right now this minute. 
Olson, old boy, how did I get this handsome picture of 
yourself? 

Baker is a celebrity. His great ambition is to protect 
plants. If ever I get a plant I’ll send for him, and I’ll be 
sure no one will pull it up overnight and hock it. 

There was a theatrical coterie. Delaney used to be with 
<tUs Edwards and now he has a Danse Vogue establishment 
where he cuts steps and didoes nightly. Dugan—what 
would the place have done without that star of Keith’s 
circuit?—got out those tens and tens and millions of bulle¬ 
tins. Lincke made some rather fancy posters, and there is 
Barney Obenau still in the boatshop, singing more merrily 
than he did with Brimrose and West. A happy crowd, 
believe me! What material for a minstrel show. Then how 
about Anderson, our bully Jack Atkins! Jack wanted to 
get into the fighting and enlisted—he got it, for they stuck 
him in the Wood Mill, and they put him charging the lines 
in the Liberty Bond bouts. Some night we’ll all go to 

Keith’s and hear Jack rub it into us with song and jest_ 

he won’t be through in half an hour. 

I knew only one instance of what bugs call “the color 
line.’ One day a neat little colored girl, fresh from High 
School, came into the shop crying. When a girl cries 1 
feel mushy, so I asked what the trouble was. “Oh, she's 
just graduated from High School, and she thinks it’s un¬ 
fair for her to be put at helping at any old thing; she 
imagines it’s because of her color!” But I think someone 
showed her there were two or three ministers, four or five 


A TRENCH POEM 

A MONG the fighters in the trenches in France, there 
' rX- was always some grim humor attaching to the 
terrors of warfare, humor that the enemy never could 
comprehend. In the accompanying lines, dedicated to 
the Germans, allusion is made to the sing of the machine- 
gun bullets, characterized as the “Bells of Hell.” 

The Bells of Hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling 
For you, but not for me. 

For me the angels sing-a-ling-a-ling, 

They’ve got the goods for me. 

Oh! Death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling, 

Oh! Grave, thy victoree! 

The Bells of Hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling 
For you, but not for me. 

W. H. D. 

(Experimental Dept.) 









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butchers, several artists, eight or nine burglars, etc., etc., 
all working around the plant, but not at the thing they 
were most fitted to do, for afterwards on my various rounds 
I saw her happy and smiling. 

And talking about “color”—say, there was a guy in the 
paintshop could put on color. They say he used to be a 
corking blacksmith down South—maybe he was, but when 
I was in a hurry for something, all I had to do, if there 
was no one else around, was to get this craftsman to put 
my work through, and I could depend on him. 

Those Liberty Loans! Yep, we subscribed. Honest, 
though, it wasn’t fair to our crowd the way we were pitted 
against and compared with the other departments in the 
Yard. Most of our folk were out-of-towners, and they were 
keeping two establishments (sh! you know what I mean), 
and they were expected to go over the top. They did, too, 
even though it was rumored some of our boys were keeping 
several establishments in each of several hotels in Philly 
and some elsewhere. I say we subscribed. How we sighed 
as we wondered where, oh, where would we ever get the 
dough to meet the subscriptions. No one could deny we 
were good subscribers. But I would hate to have the duty 
of having each subscription paid up to date. Sure, we did 
the best we could. 

Paydays were a wonder. You never knew when they 
were going to fall due. A standing question was, “Is this 


OLD AIRCRAFT TUNES 

However sweet the throbbing harp, however skilled the 
art, 

No newborn tune may hope to win warm welcome in the 
heart 

Like that we give so glad to lilts which played us to the 
frays— 

The old, old tunes of blithesome youth, the tunes of 
Aircraft days. 

What rose or green, what lane or theme, what wings 
afar to sea, 

What racing cloud, what spindrift wind, what bird within 
tr*0G 

Can be like those that gave the chant or sunny roundelays 

Which made our heart, for daring joy, leap fast in Aircraft 
days! 

This bringer of a ballad goes, but leaves his little song 

To roam across the lonely hill, or through the city throng, 

Renewing life, its own and ours, by gathering on its wa> s 

Remembrance sweet, in vale or street, of those old Aircraft 
days. 

However throbs the pulsing harp, however sound the 
strings, 

The new found song for us hath not that power of sweep¬ 
ing wings 

Which waft us back to those rare days, when life was 
just delays 

While building boats, oh! wondrous boats, the boats ot 
Aircraft days. 


BLN MAC. 








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pay day?” One guy missed his pay for several weeks, and 
then asked, “Say, am I supposed to frame these things, 
or what do I do with them?” 

Every fellow can make a list of the odd things he heard 
during his experience, but as to news this appears to take 
the cake, to-wit: 

“Tucson, Ariz.—The commanding officer of the adjacent 
aviation district has given stringent orders to have all 
aeroplanes brought into the lines at night. The depart¬ 
ment, it appears, has lost a number of machines through 
the graceless appetites of neighboring cattle.” 

But what do you think of the- guards stationed at the 
toilets? Then there is the story of that cop who was going 
to arrest the Maintenance crew for being I. W. Ws., because 
they wore some kind of button signifying Public Works or 
Water Department or something like that. One cop turned 
my badge suddenly, saying it was the proper way to wear 
it—it pleased me, for I had discovered how to get out of 
the plant. Which was to hand the badge to him the next 
time he turned it. I was mad, real, heart to heart mad, 
but my boss smiled and replied—“Mac, old top, you’re 
working for the Navy, and you’ve got to obey orders. I 
wear my badge right side out—until he passes.” 

There are some fellows we’ll always remember for cer¬ 
tain reasons. Flierl was a metal sharp, and he always 


THE GOBBIEST GOB 

Now who in the world is the gobbiest gob? 

And just what should a gobby gob be? 

And how can a body select just one 
From the gobs of gobs that we see? 

Oh! they’re some of ’em short and they’re some of ’em tall 
And they’re some of ’em thick, some thin, 

And once in a while we see one glum 
But a real gobby gob should grin. 

Their little white hats they wear on their ears 
Or the backs of their necks or their noses, 

And the number of angles the pancakes assume 
Far exceeds what a landsman supposes. 

A gobby gob’s face bears the tan of the sea 

And he walks with a nautical swing 

His trousers go flop and his elbows project— 

His back view’s a wonderful thing! 

He has cool, fighting eyes, and the lilt of a song, 

And he kids ’em all, straight down the line— 

“Yes! Yes! But the gobbiest?” How can you ask? 

The gobbiest gob is—MINE! 

(One of our dandy 
Aircraft girls—Who?) 


January 15, 1919, 







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knew where anything- was to be found. Frisbie was a bal¬ 
loon expert, also a promoter of airship rides. Green was 
a wizard with schedule schemes. He chessboarded all day 
with dizzy hieroglyphics intended to make the boatshop 
jump and stand on its head. DeBus was a wonder. When 
anything was wanted he got it for you, and to this day, 
manufacturers and warehousemen shrink when they hear 
his name and send out hurry orders to lock up everything. 
Eckler knew everyone, and called them “Mac,” even when 
they were O’s. Ennis was the boss kidder of DeBus. 
Fessenden was a lawyer chap, and he wore a quizzical smile 
(also clothes of course). Field could tell you all about 


WHO SAID IT WILL BE DULL IN 1919? 


A— 


/qv* ni nooR. OvNN 
AEROPLANE 

f imPlE, & AN *> 

-fM xj I TO IVUM 


J 



MHfl ! p 



—From New York Tribune. 







































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Tom R. Field, the N. A. A. First Vice-President 
Drove autos when Ford was a baby” 


wood, and so could good old Mr. Wood of Richmond, Va. 
F ield could also tell you about linens, having bought ship¬ 
loads of them for his firm in Flanders (he used to ride 
an automobile down Broad Street and walk back up, when 
people stopped all work to see the contraption smoulder by 
in those days when Ford was a darned fool). Then let us 
not forget happy-faced Flach, DeBus’s assistant—he was 
always on the job or on the neck of anyone looking for a 
resting spot rather than missing parts. Hustler, that boy! 
And, oh, how he hated red tape! Snip-rip-b-r-r-r! Then 
there was Blough of the silver pencil. He was the boy who 
Kept things straight, you couldn’t fool him. When he got 
that silver pencil out, you said: ‘‘He will—he won’t—he 
will—he won’t,” and then you sighed happily after you 

knew he had tested you and found you O. K. Caesar_hm_ 

that bird did more to help make the N.A.A. than he’ll ever 










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g-et credit for—he was always ready to help. Then Walter 
Almond, with his quizzy smile, and Ripley, with his grin! 
(rood old Pyott—wise old Rote! Hartzel with his overalls! 
Coburn we knew saw everything—he was the overhead 
eagle, and we found him in his speeches to be an inimitable 
mimic. Crossan the handsome, and Baldwin the smiling. 
Culliton the amiable and loquacious. Dangler, the shrewd 
and industrious. Then there’s that other Andy (in Snyder’s 
gang) always working and always ready with a joke or 
a helping hand, and Snyder himself with his merry quips 
and pungent jests. Where will all these good fellows and 
a myriad like them be in another year? Let’s hope we 
can come together again. 

That was a sad thing about Plant No. 2. They sent Joy 
over, with his females. They put Stores there, and the 
Stockchasers still hounded them. They sent Ross over to 
make the place aristocratic and Petty with his grin. They 
sent Snyder over with his dope stuff and jazz—which is a 
backward and a forward combination. They shot Dangler 
and Shaeffer over there, and you never saw so much 
machinery and bizz in all your life. Then they marched 
Ennis in and they had to have eight or nine storerooms to 
satisfy that bird’s appetite for producing work. The Pack¬ 
ing gang and Shepherd was packed along—say, what was it 
made that Packing gang work so hard? It was said that 
they actually boxed and reboxed and then re-reboxed just 
to keep the reputation of being the greatest boxers around. 

And Luby—ah, boys, don’t forget Luby or the Tail crew. 
Luby made so many pontoons the waters of the Atlantic 
haven’t been seen for months and months for them. And 
the five and ten cent stores are plastered with bargain 
tables of them. 

Lest we forget, dear teacher, let us whisper that the 
School was also there on the job. Hm! Can we blame 
McNickle for always smiling? Some school! 

And there was the Receiving Station—that—THAT was 
a place. It received everything—but the thing you wanted. 
Yet, if anything passed that shrewd Mrs. Daniels in charge 
of this gang, no one has ever discovered it to this day. 
Specifications were lived up to. 

Excuse me, sir—oh, yes! Frisbie’s gang moved over 
also. 

Now can you blame Superintendent Roberts for being a 
little weary at the tail end of his perfect days? 

It was tragedy pure and simple, for just when the plant 
was all ready and set to knock spots out of Plant 1—blooey 
goes the Hun dirigible. It was all off, Mabel! 


Cheerfullest fellow—Delaney. 

Who did the most work—Yours truly. 

Who made the most money—Search me! 

Jewels?—Miss Belcher, Miss Lewis, Mrs. Daniels, Mrs. 
Britt, Miss Shaw, Miss Link. 

Who was never late—No one. 

Favorite officer—Lieutenant Williams. 

Gob the gobbiest—R-6. 


H. CLTFTON THORBAHN. 







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Smythe tore out gobs of hair—just after he had gotten 
his store-houses sorted out and every nail numbered in the 
bins. Just after Colby with his advanced ideas on tobacco 
chewing and other sanitary measures moved over! 

The war ended when Plant 2 got going—the K-k-kaiser 
knew then it was WTU—meaning “what’s the use!” 

Yes, peace came, but there wasn’t any. One day the 
whistles were blowing their cheeks out all over creation, 
and someone came rushing out to Chief Baker, asking him 
what the racket was about. “Peace is said to be declared,” 
he replied politely enough. “Ha, ha! that’s good, you big 
cop, so I’m not afraid of you anymore!” The Chief good- 
naturedly smiled. What’s the use of mentioning what 
took place that day? His Highness, the Duke of Misrule 
governed the world that night, pleasantly, sociably, and 
happily. Very few showed up the next day. There were 
this, that, and the other rumors about this one and that 
one. One guy was last seen leading a band down the street 
from curbstone to curbstone. Another was clapping a 
chorus lady on the toes as she stood upon the wine table. 
Still another was said to have gone straight home—untrue 
of course, even if he went home. One tall, thin rapscallion 
boasted afterward he treated every gob he met—impossible, 
for the thirst of one gob would have bankrupted him at 
once. Then, so it is said, no gob touched liquor. It was a 
night! The next day was also a day, and there was con¬ 
siderable gloom, for almost everyone remarked as the P. L. 
came out explaining, and explaining, and explaining, and 
explaining, and explaining—“Heavens alive—have we got to 
do it all over again some other day!” 

Yes, we had. Was that the time or wasn’t it that the 
Boss got in bad because he tried to restrain the peace 
lovers? The writer hereof has never understood it quite. 
The first he heard of it was when a perfectly sober young 
man remarked sadly, “What do you think of the Boss, Mac 
he called us TINHORNS?” Honest to goodness, I just 
smiled and thought nothing of it. But I was amazed to 
discover that almost every other fellow and woman around 
the place felt miffed about it. Just why, I don’t know to 
this day, but when New Years came around I took care 


Mary had a little goat 

That was full of whims and humors. 

Old bills and paste 

Were quite his taste, 

But he choked on Aircraft bloomers. 

—A Gobby Gob (Wright, 
Reckford, and several others, 
so you can divide your en¬ 
mity, girls.) 

As we know, the young girl was no saint, 

But she lodged a most mighty complaint 
To the Commandant swore 
At the Boss of the store 
For not selling her waterproof paint. 

—The Hangar Bunch 
(Nothing against Snyder, 
he’s all right.) 














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THE NAVAL AIRCRAFT ASSOCIATION 

Formed by Employes who performed War Service, 
1917-8, at the Naval Aircraft Factories, League Island 
Navy Yard, Phila., Pa., under Commander F. G. Coburn, 
U. S. Navy. 

The objects of the Association are (1) to aid in pre¬ 
serving the friendships made in co-service during war; 
(2) to afford co-operative testimony, in the future, con¬ 
cerning good and loyal service for the United States in 
war; and, among other things, (3) to enable its members 
to be suitably represented on patriotic or similar occasions. 
Dues —$1 annually, payable in advance. 

Membership is by invitation only. All applicants must 
prove that they served for at least 30 days at the Naval 
Aircraft Factories, and their application must be indorsed 
by at least 2 recommenders, members of the Association. 

Insignia —Members are entitled to wear an Insignia or 
Badge of Service, of Gold, and to have an engraved Certifi¬ 
cate of War Service to be purchased only through the 
Association. 

Honorary Members —There are only 3 Honorary Mem¬ 
bers, namely, The Commandant of League Island Navy 
Yard, The Secretary of the Navy, and The President of 
the United States, each one of these having formally 
accepted this mark of respect and loyalty. 

OFFICERS 

President, Mr. Edwin J. Schoettle, 533 N. 11th Street, 
Philadelphia, Pa. 

First Vice-President, Mr. Thomas R. Field, care Young, 
Smythe, Field Co., 12th and Arch Streets, Philadelphia, 
Pa. 

Second Vice-President, Lieut. Williams, Inspection Depart¬ 
ment, NAF, League Island Navy Yard, Phila., Pa. 
Third Vice-President, Mr. Wm. A. Rote, Master Boat 
Builder, NAF, League Island, Pa., and Island Heights, 
N. J. 

Executive Secretary, Mr. John McClure, 2250 N. Howard 
Street, Phila., Pa. 

Corresponding Secretary, Mr. W. C. Russell, 1309 Wolf 
Street, Phila., Pa. 

Treasurer, Dr. J. H. Willits, Employment Department, 
NAF, League Island Navy Yard, Phila., Pa. 

Executive Committee —One representative elected by each 
department. 

List of Charter Members 

NOTE.—Despite various attempts to check up the fol¬ 
lowing lists, errors will, no doubt, be found in it. The 
N. A. A. grew rapidly from 42 to over 800 members in 
less than 12 weeks. If any names are found to have been 
omitted, it is hoped to be able to supply them later in a 
Supplement. 

AARONSON, JOSEPH H.. 529 Fernon St. 

ABBOTT, ROBERT A., 2237 Spring Garden St. 

ADAMS, C. H., 912 Haddon Ave., Camden, N. J. 

ADLER, I J ., 1129 Wolf St. 

ALMOND, WALTER, 1239 S. Broad St. 

ALTON, R. S., 2036 E. Auburn St. 

ANDERSEN, E. V., 732 W. Russell St. 

ANDERSON, H. E., 4048 Sansom St. 

ANDERSON, LOUIS, 14 23 N. Allison St. 

ANDREWS, CLAUDE W., 2009 Fairmount Ave. 

ANLAGE, JOS. B., Haddon Heights, N. J. 

ARMSTRONG, R. H., Berwyn, Pa. 




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ARTON, SERGIUS, 2102 S. Broad St. 

ASHER, M. C., 5529 Wyalusing Ave. 

AUFDEMBRINKE, O., 1328 Pine St. 

AULSBURG, D., 2626 S. Mildred St. 

BACHMAN, MORRIS, 1614 N. Sixth St. 

BALDWIN, R. H., 2516 S. Nineteenth St. 

BALDWIN, T., Freeport, L. I., N. Y. 

BALL, W., 3632 Powelton Ave. 

BANCROFT, A. S., 523 Columbus Ave., Syracuse, N. Y. 
BANNER, C. C., 2235 S. Darien St. 

BARD, L., 5506 N. Sixth St. 

BARNES, C., 2009 S. Twenty-third St. 

BARNEY, F. W., 1603 Wallace St. 

BARR, J. J., 3334 Brandywine St. 

BARROWMAN, T„ 1247 N. Fifteenth St. 

BARTHEL, F. J., 134 Tree St. 

BASKOFF, A., 1711 Wilton St. 

BASTIAN, H., 1209 Ritner St. 

BAXTER, J., 1239 S. Broad St. 

BAXTER, M. S., 1509 N. Fifteenth St. 

BAYER, C. V., 2444 S. Twentieth St. 

BEIDERBECK, F., 2843 N. Stillman St. 

BELIMOW, I., 1105 N. Forty-first St. 

BELL, T. J., 1832 Callowhill St. 

BENDON, G. B., 3305 Haverford Ave. 

BENSON, E. C., Ambler, Pa. 

BENTZEL, W. N., Riverside, N. J. 

BERGER, T. S„ 5645 Carpenter St. 

BERNHARDT, M. A., 1935 S. Eleventh St. 

BERTRAM, W. H., 2040 N. Twelfth St. 

BEST, J. J., 2626 S. Mole St. 

BIBUS, F., 239 W. Seymour St. 

BIERY, R. J., 1714 Arch St. 

BINGEMANN, H. F., 2513 Federal St., Camden, N. J. 
BIONDO, M. L., 1917 S. Twentv-first St. 

BISHOP, OLIVER, 2547 N. Garnet St. 

BJORKLUND, C. A., 5232 Race St. 

BLOCH, B., Merion Sta., Pa. 

BLOUGH, L. F., 2516 S. Nineteenth St. 

BOFFA, M., 756 Warnock St. 

BONNER, C. J., 2425 Lombard St. 

BONTON, L., 2520 S. Fifteenth St. 

BOORSE, H. S., 2706 Seltzer St. 

BORN, G. P„ 2132 S. Broad St. 

BOSCH, J., 3241 Potter St. 

BOSLER, F. H., 1305 S. Broad St. 

BOURDON, H. F., 1713 Johnson St. 

BOWKER, E.. 14 21 Arch St. 

BOYD, A. J., 5528 Malcolm St. 

BRADEL, WM. F., 2612 S. Eleventh St. 

BRADY, BERT, 1718 N. Sydenham St. 

BREADLE, MR., NAF 

BRESNAHAN, E., 2108 S. Fifteenth St. or Pt. Pleasant N J 
BREWER, L. J., 1520 Porter St. ' 


BRINAN, B., 451 N. Sixth St. 

BROAD, P., 532 Mercy St. 

BROOKE, WM., 2014 Master St. 

BROWN, D. PAUL, Audubon, N. J. 

BROWN, F. J., 1633 Porter St. 

BROWN, H., 150 Jackson St. 

BROWN, I., 624 Columbia Ave. 

BROWN, N. B„ Globe Mills, N. Y. 

BRUCE, M. W., 3032 Ormes St. 

BRUCE, P. H., 1225 Wolf St. 
BUCCIARELLI, M., 1618 S. Eighteenth St. 





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not to blow a tin horn; I sold the crowd pasteboard ones, 
made in Japan. They never tumbled, and they gave me 
a dime and a nickel sometimes for them. (Ah, let me see, 
he shouldn’t have called them TINHORNS—no, he should 
have called them TINPANS. That’s it! You blow your 
breath through tinhorns, but you blow yourself when you 
call for tinpailfs of the stuff. Sure, I might have known!) 

Just let me record one thing. You know, there was a 
gang forever running down Philadelphia. Whatever town a 
man came from, that town was better, but the guy never 
tumbled to the fact he had left that particular town (al¬ 
though that probably proved that place better). One of 
these fellows the morning after grabbed my mitt and 
pumped wearily but stubbornly as he remarked, “Shake, old 
top—shake! I take it all back—your old burg certainly 
showed signs of life last evening!” I forgave him hastily, 
for I love fresh, untainted air. 

When the Armistice was signed everyone felt it was 
“goodbye,” and preparations were made for flight. Recom¬ 
mendations were in the air also, and someone began con¬ 
cocting them. They were manufactured on a goodly scale 
until it was whispered they were positively taboo. One 
guy gave the writer one and asked him if it would do, and 
the latter replied it would with a slight change. The 
change was made cheerfully and seriously; but if ever he 
presents it the recipient will wonder what insane asylum 
it was conceived in and what hope there might be for the 
lunatic who presented it. No one believes “recommenda¬ 
tions.” 

When the Commander read a certain letter describing a 
person’s abilities and history, he wrote on the letter these 
words: “Can we use this bird? He seems too good.” Never¬ 
theless every word in that letter was actually and posi- 

J tively true. When they won’t believe the truth told simply, 
they won’t believe “no-truth” told effusively. Never de¬ 
pend upon a recommendation—show the goods. 

Then someone, who should be decorated, started the 
N.A.A. (the first secretary will decorate him). They 

! wanted a printed list of addresses—oh, ho! They also 
wanted a “banquet,” and this, that, and something else— 
parades also! Yo, ho! with never a cent in the treasury! 
But the N.A.A. began November 14, 1918, with forty fellows 
—at this writing it has over 850 of them. It has held its 
banquet, designed its own beautiful insignia, and, among 
other stunts, has provided an engraved certificate of war 
service, and this present compilation in your hands. Some 
fellows! 

Who were responsible for some of the work? Here are 
some of the lads: Ennis, Flierl, Loeb, Cocklin, Dugan, 
Cruver, Russell, Hartzel, Shepherd, Ross, Petty, Snyder, 
Kerns, Frisbie, Layler, Stoudt, Seip, Crennan, Luby, Jen¬ 
kins, Caesar, Doyle, Shaeffer, Rote, Slade, Crossan, Pearce 
Schmitt, Miller, Lynch, Ripley, Baxter, Hood, Stollenwerk, 
Heaton, Joy, Meyer, Sweeney, Scherer, Pell, Dunlap, John¬ 
son, Baldwin, Wellington, Radcliffe, Thompson, Robinson, 
Ripley, Plough, Stevens, Ingram, Brewer, Shawda—but 
none of those who tried to seize the N. A, A, later. 





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BUCHANAN, H. F., 2261 N. Eighteenth St. 

BUCHY, E. C., 15 Main St., Darby, Pa. 

BUCHY, H. A., 15 Main St., Darby, Pa. 

BUCHY, WM. N., Darby, Pa. 

BUCKHIME, C., 2135 N. Philip St. 

BUCKHOUT, G. E., 2220 S. Broad St. 

BUEHLER, A., 2527 N. Cleveland Ave. 

BUILT, A., 1239 S. Broad St. 

BUQUIST, O. C., 3622 Baring St. 

BURNS, F. F., 222 N. Ruby St. 

BURNS, T., 622 Linwood St., Camden, N. J. 

BURNS, WM. D., Berwyn, Pa. 

BUTLER, LORENZ, 2410 Garnet St. 

BUTTERWICK, T. M„ 3632 N. Smedley St. 

BUZBY, A. C., 1812 N. Fifteenth St. 

CAESAR, J., 3954 Poplar St. 

CAHN, TILLMAN, 6121 Wayne Ave. 

CALEY, W. J., 112 Upland Terrace, Bala, Pa. 

CAMERON, S., Haddonfield, N. J. 

CAMPBELL, J., 118 McKean St. 

CAMPIONE, A., 1130 Mifflin St. 

CANNON, P. J., 6323 Callowhill St. 

CAPOZZOLI, M., 1036 S. Reese St. 

CAPP, F., 1330 Catherine St. 

CARLIN, J. H., 1711 N. Sydenham St. 

CARLOW, G., (Atlantic City, N. J.) 2621 S. Thirteenth St. 
CASEY, M. V., 2835 Memphis St. 

CASSELL, L. G., 5023 Chancellor St. 

CEDERSTRAND, CARL, 3218 N. Park Ave. 

CHADWICK, H„ 1505 Shunk St. 

CHAMBERLAIN, D. L., 2700 Spruce St., Kansas City, Kan. 
CHAMBERLAIN, E. O., 2750 Spruce St., Kansas City, Kan. 
CHRISTENSEN, N. R., 3016 Federal St., Camden, N. J. 
CHRISTENSEN, P. L., 1709 Porter St. 

CHRISTY, R. H., 706 E. Chelten Ave. 

CIRDASCO, A., 3226 Hope St. 

CLARK, S. A., 2617 S. Fifteenth St. 

CLARK, T., 2621 S. Watts St. 

CLARKE, C. W., 1421 Arch St. (Y.M.C.A.) 

CLARKE, H. A., 2149 N. Fifteenth St. 

CLASS, J. R., 4837 N. Eleventh St. 

CLAWSON, L. F., 1703 Green St. 

CLENDINING, T. J., 2320 S. Darien St. 

COBB, E. W., Ill Oakland Ave., Audubon, N. J. 

COBURN, COMDR. F. G„ N.A.F. 

COCKERILL, T., 2242 St. James Terrace 
COCKL1N, H. S., 1634 N. Sydenham St. 

COLBY, L. J., 1736 N. Main St., Decatur, Ill. 

COLEMAN, W. B„ 1321 N. Fifty-ninth St. 

COLISTRA, A., 1126 Mercy St. 

COMPTON, C. W., 108 S. Forty-second St. 

CONAWAY, R. E., 4243 Tackawanna St. 

CONDON, W. J., 2039 S. Croskey St. 

CONKLIN, C. S., West Belmar, N. J. 

CONNELLY, EDWARD K., 1929 S. Twenty-second St. 
CONNOR, J. P., 1302 N. Sixtieth St. 

COPP, F., 1330 Catherine St. 

COSTA, F. A., 1824 S. Sixteenth St. 

COSTER, V., 1212 Catherine St. 

COWCHOK, J., 2128 Plomestead St. 

CRAIG, R. L., 2120 S. Garnet St. 

CRAIG, WILLIAM, 1434 W. Rush St. 

CRAWFORD, J., 1131 Wolf St. 

CRAWFORD, L. B., Fourth and Ititner Sts. 

CREAN, E. F., NAF 



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Where they conceived the idea of having a badge no 
ones knows, but it was a fortunate conceit. A badge com¬ 
mittee was named, and it was to have a report ready at the 
banquet. That committee was gloriously sure it would. 
Of course it didn’t. But out of its efforts sprung other 
efforts, finally producing that little insignia which everyone 
thinks about the most charming thing ever designed. Then 
they wanted it patented—“hadn’t so and so gotten up this, 
that, and the other thing, and when they went to use it, 
sure they couldn’t until they paid a royalty.” So it was 
patented, when it was found to cost so little to do this. 
And you can pity the wight who wants to wear it unless 
he can show he was a valiant performer in the cafeteria 
trenchers and trenches of Fort Despair and Sector Hope¬ 
lessness. Anyway, we wearers of it did something to help 
along the good times desired for all the old world, and we 
are not ashamed of this sign of their service. One fine old 
fellow bought a pure gold one, and he was asked why. 
“Well, I want a good one, so that the youngsters can have 
it when I die.” Another old fellow who also fought our 
common fight with grim cheerfulness said, in reply to 
the same query—“Well, it’s gold, isn’t it?” But darn it 
all, I’m proud of my insignia! I did my best to help—you 
can think as you like about yours. How about it? 

The week the banquet was held 
was some little upset week, believe 
me. All kinds of rumors were run¬ 
ning around the plant about shut¬ 
ting down, and this, that and the 
other thing. A host was leaving. 

| There was no certainty about any¬ 
thing. It looked hopeless to have a 
banquet, but promises were got in 
written form. At first it was 
planned to have about two hundred, 
but finally preparations were made 
for three hundred and fifty. If the 
promises had been kept we might 
have had four hundred and fifty. 

And we didn’t know until the last 
few days where we should hold the 
| affair. Then someone started a 
parade suggestion. Thank good¬ 
ness, that was called off! At the 
very last moment the song leader 
i stunt got a black eye—it was re- 
l ported to the chairman that the 
leader was not coming with his 
books. He tore his hair! But he 
coaxed some right good girls to 
make stencils of songs, and Dugan 
i and Caesar ran them off. But when 
the hall was reached the leader was 
waiting with his books. Hm! 

I —-—- 

NOTE.—The only way to get Chief Photographer Robin¬ 
son’s picture was to ask him to stand beside McC to give 
the latter nerve. Then the engraver was requested to 
| cut out McC. He took all our photos—nothing else. 
















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CRELIN, E. S., 62 Bank St., Red Bank, N. J. 

CRENAN, C. J., 114 Rowland St., Syracuse, N. Y. 
CRESSMAN, J. W., 3 Greenway Ave., Darby 
CROESSANT, G. F., 2109 N. Camac St. 

CROMPTON, JOSEPH B., 5012 Thompson St. 
CROMWELL, J. M., 4 704 Hawthorne St. 

CROSSAN, L. W., 5932 Trinity Place 
CRUTE, W. R., Farmville, Va. 

CUBBERLY, H. T., 6388 Woodbine Ave. 

CULLIN, R. T., 1546 McKean St. 

CULL1TON, JOHN J., 1514 Diamond St. 

CURRY, H. N., 810 S. Cecil St. 

DANGLER, E. G., 1518 Porter St. 

DANGLER, M. H., 1912 S. Seventeenth St. 

DAVIS, T. R., 6236 Hazel Ave. 

DAWSON, F. M., NAF 

DE BUS, FRED. W., 3709 N. Fifth St. 

DECKER, C. W., 5515 Lansdowne Ave. 

DEEMER, F. E., 4 56 N. Dearborn St. 

DEIBLER, W. H., 5453 Pine St. 

DELANEY, JOHN M„ 1709 Oxford St. 

DELANY, GEO., 41 Manheim St. 

DEL VECHIO, C., 1109 Gerritt St. 

DEL VECHIO, R., 801 Wharton St. 

DEMAREE, CHAS., 1320 Arch St. 

DENSLER, M. J., 2213 S. Fifteenth St. 

DE SILVA, RALPH M., 11519 Ohlman Ave., Cleveland, O. 
DEYSHER, H. M., 4445 N. Seventh St. 

DI DONATO, ENRICO, 1338 S. Mole St. 

DI JOHN, JOHN N., 1213 Gerritt St. 

DILLMAN, F., 3061 N. Percy St. 

DI PALMA, J., 1206 S. Tenth St. 

DI PILLA, L., 526 Fitzwater St. 

DIPPOLITO, A., 1714 S. Mole St. 

DODSON, F. F., S. E. Cor. Fifteenth and Dauphin Sts. 
DONISI, F., 731 Kater St. 

DONNELLY, J., 1425 Porter St. 

DONNER, W. H., Yeadon, Pa. 

DORCE, C., 1750 S. Mole St. 

DORFMAN, H„ 2537 S. Ninth St. 

DORNEMAN, A. H., 884 N. Farson St. 

D’ORSAY, L. B., 128 S. Redfield St. 

DOUD, L. M., 253 S. Fifty-fifth St. 

DOUGHERTY, P. D., 2533 S. Hicks St. 

DOUGLASS, DAVID, 2340 S. Carlisle St. 

DOWNING, JOHN, 8123 Roanoke St. 

DOYLE, W. J., 5057 Funston St. 

DREW, O., 1413 Sheridan St., Lansing, Mich. 

DROEGE, WILLIAM, 1415 Eighth Ave., S., Fort Dodge, la. 
DRUMM, JOHN J., 826 S. Fifty-sixth St. 

DRUMMOND, W. A., 110 N. Twenty-third St., Camden, N. J. 
DUBIN, S., 3009 Berks St. 

DUBRYCE, W. J., 810 Cross St. 

DUDDERAR, J., (York, Pa.) 1803 Chestnut St. 

DUFRESNE, PHILIP J., Fifty-second and Sansom Sts. 
DUGAN, D. A., 402 Olive St. 

DUNHAM, C. F., 132 S. Fiftieth St. 

DUNLAP, J. F., 2208 Brown St. 

DURST, MR. (Paint) 

DUSCHER, EDWARD M., 657 E. Clearfield St. 

EARL, E. C., Central Y.M.C.A. 

EARLE, H„ 255 S. Eighth St. 

EBERBACH, G. J., 5122 Folsom St. 

ECKLER, CLYDE, 120 Maine St., Ilion, N. Y. 
EDMONDSON, G. H., NAF 



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Any one who didn’t enjoy himself at the feed should have 
stayed at home. It was rich to hear the bells sounding 
like sleighbells. A little flying machine was whirring over 
the heads of the orchestra (it brought us something like 
$133 afterwards, costing about $15). You may say one ban¬ 
quet is like any other. Not so! Our banquet was different 
in every way. 

There was the menu. The chairman designed it on the 
Sunday night preceding, after everyone was in bed. He 
knew it had to be done that night or else the printer, who 
was shorthanded, would never print it in time. His brain 
would not work, but he kept at his desk until it was 
finished—then he said, “Thank Heavens.” The fellows 
appeared, however, to like the contraption at the feed. 

Part of it was a letter from Commander Coburn—The 
chairman conceived the idea the boys would like a parting 
message from the Commander, and to save him time he 
wrote the message himself. When he diplomatically ex¬ 
plained to him what he had 
done the Commander calmly 
perused the specially prepared 
speech, told him to return in a 
day or two, and smilingly bid 
him a good-day. The chairman 
returned every day faithfully 
but there was no response. The 
Commander was always busy. 

The chairman began to tear his 
hair, for the time was passing, 
and the printer wanted to know 
how he was expected to print 
something he didn’t have copy 
for. Then at the last moment 
he got it. Sure there wasn’t a 
word of the poetical concoction 
(honest, but the chairman 
thought his prepared speech a 
masterpiece) in what the Com¬ 
mander wrote as a last mes¬ 
sage. But the chairman was 
happy, for he could go ahead. 

The chairman didn’t give a 
hang what the Commander said, 
so long as he could have what 
J he had set out to get. Turn to 
page 4 and read that dandy 
letter headed, “To the Men and 
Women of the Naval Aircraft 
Factory.” The worst of the 
joke is that there were no 
women supposed to be at the 
banquet. And the one woman 
that was, hadn’t worked at the 
Factory at all, at all. 

NOT11—The photo is that of the first Executive Secre- 
tary of the N. A. A. (Wonderfully clever!) 






















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EGNER, G., 3045 W. Clearfield St. 

ELDERTON, WILLIAM, 21 Mt. Pleasant Ave., Mt. Airy 
ENGLE, GEORGE, 1617 Cantrell St. 

ENNIS, W. F., 5620 Thomas Ave. 

ERICSON, J. P., 3308 Palthorpe St. 

ERSLEY, H. B., 917 Ridge Ave., Darby, Pa. 

ERTEL, H. H., 130 Bennett St. Williamsport, Pa. 
ERWIN, ELMER G., 1753 Bambrey St. 

EVANS, J. D., Paoli, Pa. 

FAGEL, J. E., 981 Albany St., Schenectady, N. Y. 
FAIRWEATHER, W. W., 1444 S. Broad St. 

FALBER, R. J., 1708 Arch St. 

FALKENBERG, J. E., 930 Spruce St. 

FALLEN, C. J., 1538 Fairmount Ave. 

FARNESE, F., Sixty-fourth and Market Sts. 

FARRELL, A. J., 242 Reed St. 

FAWKNER, F. L., 1416 N. Fifty-eighth St. 

FEIST, P„ 122 Durfor St. 

FELLMAN, C. L., 3255 Potter St. 

FELLOWS, S. H., 134 Lock St., Lockport, N. Y. 

FENCIL, J., 3058 E. Thompson St. 

FERGUSON, EDWARD J., 1416 Snyder Ave. 
FERGUSON, J. K., 1217 S. Broad St. 

FERRY, F. P., 2032 N. Mervine St. 

FESSENDEN, G., 114 W. Philellena St., Germantown 
FIDLER, W., 5821 N. Park Ave. 

FIELD, ERNEST G., 1510 Poplar St. 

FIELD, THOMAS R., 33 S. Sixteenth St. 

FILLMAN, BURRIS, NAF 
FINK, J., 1835 E. Passyunk Ave. 

FIORDA, DOMINICK, 1807 S. Twenty-first St. 

FIRX, M., 2525 N. Twenty-eighth St. 

FISHBAUGH, W. P., Central Y. M. C. A. 

FITZGERALD, C., 233 Greenwich St. 

FITZGERALD, J. F., 657 N. Eleventh St. 

FLACH, ARTHUR A., 1416 Snyder Ave. 

FLANK, C. F., 4234 Darien St. 

FLEGMAN, J., 5753 Cedar Ave. 

FLIERL, IRVING W., 1416 Snyder Ave. 

FLOOD, M. T., 1719 N. Park Ave. 

FOREANSES, CHARLES, 1503 Shunk St. 

FORJOHN, P., 160S S. Carlisle St. 

FRAZIER. WILLIAM G., 1509 N. Park Ave. 

FREETH. S. T.. 1713 Oxford St. 

FREI DERICH, CHAS. P., 4200 N. Reese St. 

FREW, J. E., 2230 S. Sixty-fifth St. 

FREY, F. M., 47 N. Tenth St. 

FREY, J. C., 5916 Locust St. 

FRICKE, J. C., 1731 Monument Ave. 

FRIEL, A., 1925 Moore St. 

FRISBIE, J. D., 1613 S. Broad St. 

FRISHMUTH, THOS. L., 1933 S. Twenty-second St. 
FRITZ, JR., E. B., 426 S. Broad St. 

FRY, G. B., 1230 S. Peach St. 

FULLER, C. T., 427 S. Forty-third St. 

FUNK, M. E., 623 N. Frazier St. 

GALLGO, PAUL, 1021 Olive St. 

GANTZSCH, O. C., 5919 Haverford Ave. 

GARRETSON, S. H., 1724 Spring Garden St. 

GARRETT, G. S., Providence Rd., Lansdowne 
GAUGHAN, E. J., 2722 N. Twenty-eighth St. 

GENNARO, LEONARDO, 1107 Snyder Ave 
GERACE, A., Phila., Pa. 

GERSON, S., 2622 S. Marshall St. 

GETSINGER, C. R., 1415 Ritner St. 




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The title page of the Banquet Menu had this on it— 
“Seaones and Effivels.” Honest to goodness, there were 
fellows who asked the perpetrator of it what firm was 
meant. Can you beat it? 

The Commandant was there. You know how it is, there 
are some fellows you know are called sailors—but just 
one look at our Commandant—that is, the N.A.A. Com¬ 
mandant—and you know there’s a real, live sailor gob in 
front of you. Holy cripes, what a blessed time a gang 
would have behind that gent boarding an old pirate craft 
of the buccaneer days! 

I have travelled many miles of ocean myself. I have 
lain for hours by the roaring surges and sang with them. 
1 have read the Red Rover where the hungry waters were 



E. J. Schoettle, President, N. A. A. 
Manufacturer, War Worker, Systematizer and Businessman 
“A great man, a great man, my liege”—Cardinal Richelieu 











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GEYER, FRED., 3650 N. Lawrence St. 

GIBBS, H. J., 2159 E. Monmouth St. 

GIBSON, H. L., 1241 N. Fifty-fourth St. 

GIBSON, ROLAND, 39 E. Clapier St. 

GICK, J. H., 922 N. Twenty-second St. 

GILLESPIE, WILLIAM, 663 N. Park Ave. 

GILLIES, A., 2247 S. Twenty-first St. 

GLASSE, H. F„ 2431 Manton St. 

GOLDENBERG, H., 4525 N. Tenth St. 

GOLDFISHER, S., 1730 N. Twenty-first St. 

GOLDSTEIN, A., 2441 S. Franklin St. 

GOLDSTEIN, C., 1145 Erie Ave. 

GOLOVEM, MORRIS, 2412 N. Thirty-first St. 

GOODWIN, C. C., 212 Richmond St. 

GORSKI, F. S., 2110 N. Fifteenth St. 

GREELEY, CHARLES U., 1737 S. Sixteenth St. 

GREEN, G. R., Palmyra, N. J. 

GREEN, P., 320 Greenwich St. 

GREEN, ROBERT, 1675 Wyoming Ave., Logan 
GREENBURG, BENJ., 133 Hegeman Ave. Brooklyn, N. Y. 
GREENLEAF, WALLACE, 2441 Turner St. 

GREISS, R. H., 1614 N. Thirteenth St. 

GREY, W. R., 226 S. Church St., Morristown, N. J. 
GRUBB, G. A., 5044 Walnut St. 

GRUVER, J. B„ 1524 Porter St. 

GUALTIERI, SAVERIO, 1913 S. Juniper St. 

GUBA, R. J., 3738 Germantown Ave. 

GUNN, O. R., 2325 S. Bouvier St. 

GUSTAFSON, A., 2016 S. Fifteenth St. 

GWYN, A. S., 1728 S. Water St. 

GY^NGELL, T. E., 420 Allen’s Lane, Germantown 
HABICHT, L. O., 2434 S. Fifth St. 

HAHN, L. F., 742 N. Fifth St., Allentown, Pa. 

HALLAS, WILLIAM, 259 S. Alden St. 

HALLOWELL, D. F„ Darby, Pa. 

HALPERN, S., 1815 S. Seventh St. 

HAMILTON, T. J., 760 N. Forty-fourth St. 

HANLEY, D., 192 7 S. Twenty-first St. 

HANNA, R„ 2450 S. Opal St. 

HANSEN, A. F., 2727 S. Sixteenth St. 

HANSON, G. A., 728 S. Front St. 

HARDECKER, J. H., 2123 Pine St. 

HARDING, E. H., 5717 Lansdowne Ave. 

HARDMAN, G. W„ Ashland, N. J. 

HARMON, T. C., 2 633 S. Camac St. 

HARTER, P. E„ 2332 S. Twentieth St. 

HARTZEL, D. W., 147 N. Fifty-second St. 

HASTINGS, E. C., 202 E. Horter St. 

HAUSMANN, L., 642 S. Fifty-sixth St. 

HAVEN, WILLIAM, 5243 Chancellor St. 

HAZELTINE, R. D., 1141 Ritner St. 

HEANEY, J. F., 2220 S. Twenty-second St. 

HEARD, J. A., 3861 N. Seventh St. 

HEATH, R. K., North Wales, Pa. 

HEATON, J. C., Woodbury, N. J. 

HEE, F., 1527 S. Sixth St. 

HEIDEN, G. A., 5542 Irving St. 

HEINZE, F., 1342 Spring Garden St. 

HEIST, E., 2624 S. Sixteenth St. 

HELLMAN, CLAUDE B., 4012 Maine Ave., Baltimore, Md. 
HELWIG, G. W., 2044 Chestnut St. 

HELZER, E. J., 7 Lees Ave., Collingswood, N. J. 
HEMMERLY, W. D., 459 W. Bringhurst St. Queen Lane 
HEMPELL, ALBERT C., 5803 Spruce St. 

HENDRICKS, M. L., Lansdale, Pa. 











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leaping like white-toothed wolves to screech of gull and 
roar of thrusting spray. I have stood watch in the great 



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HERBERT, H., 1040 Pallas St. 

HERMAN, G. J., 430 Duncannon Ave. 

HERMANN, H., NAF (Berlin, RED 2, N. J.) 

HERZOG, C., 2638 W. Seltzer St. 

HESS, W., 411 Emily St. 

HICKEY, J. J., 3610 Market St. 

HICKMAN, B., Clifton Heights, Delaware Co., Pa. 
HIGGINS, R. C., 261 S. Fifteenth St. 

HILDEBRAND, J. S., 2741 Montgomery Ave. 

HINDERMAN, C., 5400 Walnut St. 

HILE, H. E., Cedar and Somerset Sts. 

HILL, R. C., 4413 Chestnut St. 

HINCHMAN, H. S., Merchantville, N. J. 

HITCHNER, C. G., 2714 S. Smedley St. 

HITE, HUGH D„ Twelfth and Spruce Sts. 

HIPP, F., 604 N. Thirteenth St. 

HOERR, C. J., N. Glenside, Pa. 

HOFFMAN, I., 1341 Mifflin St. 

HOLLAND, J. F.. 1934 Durfor St. 

HOLLERITH, JR., H., Thirteenth and Spruce Sts. 

HOOD, R. E„ 1639 Race St. 

HORN, H. J., 3508 Higbee St. 

HORNE, H. P., 2416 S. Jessup St. * 

HORNER, A., 650 N. Fifty-seventh Sts. 

HOROWITZ, J., 732 Master St. 

HOSMER, H. W., 2722 N. Twelfth St. 

HOWES, W. E„ 1703 Wallace St. 

HOWLAND, W. V., 2909 N. Franklin St. 

HULL, WM„ NAF. 

HUBER, E. H., 174 0 N. Twenty-eighth St. 

HUTCHISON, R. B„ 307 S. Fifty-first St. 

INGRAM, R. H., 5244 Locust St. 

IRVIN, E. H., 1706 Summer St. 

JANSEN, J., 115 N. Fourth St., Camden, N. J. 

JEKEL, F. C., 2128 S. Twentieth St. 

JENKINS, GEORGE, 1413 W. York St. 

JENKINS, WM„ 1305 S. Broad St. 

JEREMIAH, D. B„ 6131 Jefferson St. 

JOFFE, M„ 1832 S. Seventh St. 

JOHNS, M. ALBERT, 1930 Shunk St. 

JOHNSON, CHARLES, 503 S. Twenty-first St. 

JOHNSON, C. P., 2123 S. Sixtieth St. 

JOHNSON, F. W., 1114 Walnut St. 

JOHNSON, H. L., Bay Head, N. J. 

JOHNSON, W., 4623 Ella St. 

JOHNSON, W. H., 1531 Shunk St. 

JOHNSON, W. K„ 2814 N. Broad St. 

JOHNSTON, N. M. L„ 5736 Market St. 

JOHNSTON, R. B., 5001 Hawthorne St. 

JORGENSEN, V. M., 115 W. Tulpehocken St. 

JOY, AUSTIN, 2719 S. Sixteenth St. 

KA1N, C. H., #3 Boat House, State St. Bridge, Camden, N. J. 
KAISER, W. C., 710 Berwick, Easton, Pa. 

KAIZEN, J., 3031 Euclid Ave. 

KALMBACHER, E. H„ 2324 S. Mildred St. 

KALVIA, W., 1124 Wallace St. 

KAPLAN, I. H„ 610 Reed St. 

KAPLAN, M. J., 2629 N. Thirtieth St. 

IvATZENMEYER, W. J., 2417 Master St. 

KEAN, J. S., 1630 Sydenham St. 

KEATING, J. P., 1745 N. Sixteenth St. 

KEEBLER, C., 264 S. Ninth St. 

KEEVE, F., 2042 Mercy St. 

KETSER, J. R., 420 S. Broad St. 

KELLAWAY, JOHN R., 1025 Stokes Ave., Collingswood, N. J. 





















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KELLER, E., 1237 Mercy St. 

KELLER, GEO. C., 754 S. Fifty-first St. 

KELLER, L. F., Berwyn, Pa. 

KELLY, J., 2103 S. Seventeenth St. 

KELLY, J. W., 2002 Moore St. 

KELLY, P. E., 1834 Ritner St. 

KEMMERLE, C. D., 2531 W. Main St., Louisville, Ky. 
KENFIELD, FRANK, 1817 E. Passyunk Ave. 

KENFIELD, R., 1817 E. Passyunk Ave. 

KENNEDY, HUGH, 2852 Bambrey St. 

KERN, J. C., 1840 N. Twelfth St. 

KERN, JOHN W., 5843 Angora Terrace 

KERN, S. B., 12 S. Thirty-sixth St., Camden, N. J. 

KESTLER, E. V., 2441 S. Lambert St. 

KEYS, E., 2225 S. Sharswood St. 

KEYSER, F. M., South Norwalk, Conn. (Ill Woodstock 
St., Phila.) 

KEYSER, W. N., 136 E. Arch St., Shamokin, Pa. 
KIEFABER, A. B., 2229 W. Tioga St. 

KILLEN, J., 4723 Rosehill St. 

KING, J., 1330 Porter St. 

KING, T. F., 646 N. Twenty-third St. 

KING, WM. H., 2708 S. Sixteenth St. 

KIRCHENSTEIN, H., 329 Snyder St. 

KLEE, D. J., Ill N. Edgewood St. 

KNIGHT, JOS., 2616 S. Twelfth St. 

KNOX, J. W., 2867 Jasper St. 

KOELSCH, A., 5028 Main Ave., Norwood, Ohio 
KOLB, J. S., 1127 Jefferson St. 

KOLB, J. W., 1239 N. Warnock St. 

KORNBLATT, W., 25 N. Fifty-fourth St. 

KRAWETSKEY, I., 318 Greenwich St. 

KREMER, C. E„ 5453 Pine St. 

KREWSON, D. S., 1362 E. Columbia Ave. 

KRIEDER, J. M., 2566 N. Twenty-eighth St. 

KUHFUS, J., 2119 McKean St. 

KYLE, W., 6327 Wheeler St. 

LAGAIE, A., 540 Tree St. 

LANDMAN, N. D., 226 N. Franklin St. 

LANDYNSKI, K., Oak View, Del. Co., Pa. 

LANE, B. J., 2528 S. Twelfth St. 

LANE, L. E., 322 N. Forty-first St. 

LANGDON, A. J., Frontenac, Broad and Oxford Sts. 

LA ROCHE, E. T., 3037 N. Twenty-fourth St. 

LARSEN, E., 2016 S. Fifteenth St. 

LARSON, J. A., 2303 S. Twelfth St. 

LAUTZ, W. M., Fifty-second and Sansom Sts. (Y.M.C.A ) 
LAYLER, W., 1215 S. Ruby St. 

LEACH, J. D., 2110 N. Franklin St. 

LEGATES, W. C., 3151 Agate St. 

LEHMAN, H. H., 1801 N. Tenth St. 

LEHR, E. L., 1321 Green St. 

LEMAL, D. J., Fox Chase, Pa. 

LENGE, J. J., 756 N. Thirteenth St., S. E., Washington, D. C. 
LENOIR, B. J., 6642 Elmwood Ave. 

LEONE, J., 813 Moore St. 

LEUCHDEURING, H. W., Moores, Del. Co., Pa. 

LEWIS, A., 2641 S. Eighteenth St. 

LEWIS, J. L., 846 S. Fifty-sixth St. 

LEWIS, R. P., Gloucester, N. J. 

L1NKE, O. W., 1305 Arch St. 

L1PPINCOTT, C. G., 2641 S. Bouvier St. 

LLOYD, G. H., 1121 Walnpt St. 

LOATMAN, J., 1710 Page St. 

LOATMAN, J. H., 2016 Nicholas St. 





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prow ploughing through Newfoundland fog, and have 
watched the scud and storm beneath the stars, and, oh, I 
love the herds of white horses galloping hither and yon, 
and the very scent of salt water. So I like a real, live 
admiral—one that looks like a seahorse. We got one of 
those kind, and not one that loves making speeches. 


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LOBER, S., 2553 Napa St. 

LOEB, A., 1326 Spring - Garden St. 

LOHMANN, A. P., Perkins Hill, Akron, Ohio 
LOWENTHAL, G., 2531 S. Fifth St. 

LOWENTHAL, E., 2541 W. Sterner St. 

LUBY, WALTER, 1926 Green St. 

LUDWIG, C., 328 Emily St. 

LUNDQUIST, W. E„ Dinuba, Cal. 

LUSHER, A., 313 Fitzgerald St. 

LUTTGEN, E. M., 1421 Arch St. 

LYBRAND, H. H., Eighteenth and Mt. Vernon Sts. 
LYKENS, G. B„ 115 S. Peach St. 

LYMAN, J. G., Mt. Ephraim, N. J. 

LYNCH, A. C., 5851 Hazel Ave. 

McAULEY, H. S., 1546 N. Gratz St. 

McBRIDE, J. R., 2618 Albany St., Houston, Texas 
McCANN, A. J., 311 Roxborough St. 

McCANN, H. E., 1824 N. Fifteenth St. 
McCARTNEY, J. J., 2607 Reed St. 

McCOMB, H. W., 2227 Green St. 

McCOMB, L. M., 1202 S. Carlisle St. 

McCONNEY, M. S., 5439 Sansom St. 

McCORD, S. W., 1330 Porter St. 

McCLURE, J., 2250 N. Howard St. 

McDERMOTT, E. J., 5947 Chestnut St. 
McDOUGAL, J. L., 2326 S. Seventeenth St. 
McFADDEN, W. H., 325 S. Forty-fourth St. 
McGILL, W. R., 5912 Webster St. 

McKAIG, G. S., Island Heights, N. J. 

McKAY, J., 1313 S. Eighteenth St. 

McKENDRICK, CHAS., 2520 S. Jessup St. 
McKEOWN, W. D„ 206 N. Sixty-fifth St. 
McMACKIN, T. P., 14 S. Thirty-sixth St. 
McNALLY, PAUL, NAF 
McNICKLE, S. A., 4030 N. Darien St. 

McPherson, r. g., 1201 n. Etting st. 
McQUILLAN, a., 2332 Cross St. 

MacDONALD, A. J., 2735 S. Eighteenth St. 
MACKLES, H„ 3016 Page St. 

MACKS, M., 629 Cantrell St. 

MacLEOD, N. G„ 1824 S. Cecil St. 

MacLOWMAN, W., NAF 
MacMULLEN, J., 2234 S. Seventieth St. 
MacNAMARA, P., 2463 N. Gratz St. 

MA1ER, F., 510 W. Huntingdon St. 

MALLON, F., 1721 Rittenhouse Square 
MARCH, P. S., 131 Clinton Ave., Newark, N. J. 
MARTIN, E. C., 1607 Porter St. 

MARTZ, WM., 3015 W. Dauphin St. 

MATLACK, G. E„ 412 S. Broad St. 

MATTESON, J. R., 2449 S. Twentieth St. 
MATTINGLY, G. W., 904 N. Sixteenth St. 

MAYER, A., 1505 Parrish St. 

MAYER, ED., 2230 N. Thirteenth St. 

MEENAN, W. A., 316 Vernon Ave., Paterson, N. J. 
MELLINGER, I. H., 5744 Cedar Ave. 

MENG, H. A., 1421 Arch St. 

MEREDITH, J. F., 1627 N. Eighteenth St. 
MEROLLI, J., 1725 Hicks St. 

MEYER, E. F., 2627 S. Eleventh St. 

MEYERS, F. N., 715 Andrews Ave., Collingdale, Pa. 
MILLBY, H. A., 240 S. Eighth St. 

MILLER, A. N., 2330 S. Twenty-first St. 
MILLER, E. A., NAF 
MILLER, H. E., 2526 Coral St. 




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was actually planned to capture the “Admiral” and bring 
him to the feed in a monkey’s suit while DeBus played the 
organ. Neither gang, of course, would admit that the other 
had anything on it, so you can surmise there was some 
cheering. Did the Reds start a cheer, then the Blues could 
outcheer them. If the Blues started something, the Reds 
wanted to beat them. Who won? Heaven knows! Let’s 
hope the battle is renewed in a year or two. A fight’s a 
good thing, it’s the only seriously worth while thing in life. 

And we had an election at the Banquet. It was an elec¬ 
tion all right—a regular Irish one, and that’s the only kind 
worth having. (Did you never read “Handy Andy”?) 
You see the boys wanted the Commander to be the Honor¬ 
ary President, and Lohmann to be the Honorary Vice-Presi¬ 
dent. No one thought there would be any mixup if their 
names were printed on a special ticket. They didn’t count 
on Frisbie and his gang—GANG is right! The mixup 
came also because of two other things, one of them being 
that Frisbie came and insisted that “his crowd” MUST 
have a place by themselves. Well, after sizing up “HIS 
crowd” it was thought a very good arrangement for the 
comfort of the rest to give them a place by themselves. 
Sure! The “must” fitted in with a little problem, very, 
very nicely. The problem was how to hold a banquet on 
two floors at the same time. We had an overflow place 
downstairs, and we gave them a place to “themselves.” 
Funny, they didn’t appear fond of the concession. For they 
came marching upstairs headed by Prince Williams (Lieu¬ 
tenant), and they marched around the main banquet hall, 
like convicts, with hands on shoulders, singing “There’s 



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A pen, a board, a rickety chair, 

Baggy trousers, elbows bare; 

A wanton look, and a haggard grin; 

Heavens alive, what it might have been! 

This thing—with that awful, hungry look 
Was once a man, with a pocketbook; 

A pusher of pens—he works all day; 

Gets draftsmen’s elbows—but little pay— 

A draftsman withers and wanes so small 
You scarcely see the guy at all; 

Till at last he falls in a bottle of ink, 

And they pour the poor thing—down the sink. 


—A. Loeb. 














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MILLER, J. C., 3632 N. Sydenham St. 

MILLER, W. S., 2423 S. Rosewood St. 

MILLYSACK, J. R., 52d and Sansom Sts. (Y.M.C.A.) 
MITCHELL, J. J., 1813 N. Logan Square 
MITCHELL, W. C., 2419 S. Watts St. 

MOBLEY, E. H., Ashbourne, Pa. 

MODELL, HARRY, 6145 Irving St. 

MOHN, J. R„ 1808 S. Broad St. 

MOHR, C. R„ 2838 N. Bonsall St. 

MONTGOMERY, W. H., 1008 Olive St. 

MORAN, J. S., 64 Baynes St. Buffalo, N. Y. 

MORLOCK, E., 1215 Porter St. 

MORRIS, THOS. J., 1059 N. Front St. 

MORRISON, C. E., NAF (1101 S. First St., San Jose, Cal). 
MOSES, SIMON, 1931 S. Seventh St. 

MOSHER, H. A., 5530 Wyalusing Ave. 

MOSSOWITZ, H„ 818 South St. 

MOULDER, W. J., 2115 S. Fifteenth St. 

MOUNT, J. H., 620 N. Sixteenth St. 

MOYER, I. H., 1340 Toronto St. 

MUCHMORE, F., 122 N. Nineteenth St. 

MURPHY, J. E„ 2324 S. Broad St. 

MURPHY, J. M.,‘ 2008 S. Fifteenth St. 

MURRAY, P. F., 1407 Wyoming Ave. 

MUTSCHLER, W. C., 4434 N. Ninth St. 

MYERS, JAS., 2031 Parrish St. 

MYERS, J. J., 1148 N. Twentieth St. 

NAGLE, C. C., 246 S. Alden St. 

NARDUCCI, M., 519 Fitzwater St. 

NAREGANG, J. J., 1624 S. Sixteenth St. 

NATTER, P. A., Mont Clare, Pa. 

NEIGEL, W. A., 533 S. Redfield St. 

NEILL, GEO., 443 Fishers Ave. 

NEILL, R., 2551 N. Natrona St. 

NELSON, W. C., 1712 Oxford St. 

NEWMAN, H. P., 2220 S. Broad St. 

NEWMAN, J. N., 318 York St., Camden, N. J. 

NEWTON, C. R., 2609 S. Hicks St. 

NIGG, A. J., 227 S. Forty-first St. 

NILAN, T. F., 90 Fairmount Ave. 

N1LAND, T., 2451 N. Fifth St. 

NIXON, J. F., 1508 Porter St. 

NOA, GEO. E., 567 W. 171st St., N. Y. 

NOBLE, L. H., 2225 S. Fairhill St. 

NUTTALL, T. H., Wilmington, Del. 

OBENAU, R. A., 540 Clinton Ave., N. Y. 

OBENLAND, A., 4224 S. Beechwood St. 

OBMRHOLTZER, M. W., Glenside, Pa. 

O’BRIEN, E., 1719 N. Eighteenth St. 

OELS, E. J., 2863 Aramingo, Ave. 

O'HARA, T. C., 1706 Summer St. 

OLIVER, B., 2547 N. Garnet St. 

OLSON, G. E., 1714 Arch St. 

O NEILL, C., 1618 W. Susquehanna Ave. 

ONSTOTT, W. W., 1207 S. Sixty-first St. 

OSBORN, A. S., Pt. Pleasant, N. J. 

OSTROFF, MAX, 532 N. Randolph St. 

OTEY, N. S., 2426 S. Sixteenth St. 

OTTLRSON, W. R., 2621 S. Thirteenth St. 

PAGANO, S., 1337 S. Ninth St. 

PALMER, C. E„ 1438 Wolf St. 

PANCIERA, E., 3671 Calumet St. 

PARK, J., 2212 S. Croskey St. 

PARKER, F., 21 N. Fifty-sixth St. 

PARKER, H. L., 1130 Locust St., Camden, N. J. 







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a hole in the bottom of the ocean.” And they cheered, and 
they cheered, and then they cheered again. Finally we let 
them come upstairs and sit with us. Then the voting 
started. They wanted Prince Williams for Honorary Presi¬ 
dent—oh, sure! Good night, the darn fools! They didn’t 
care—they wanted Prince Williams for Honorary President 
—‘‘they were going to give him the first office on the head 
of the list.” The master of ceremonies had guessed this, 
but the acting chairman was not familiar with the fact— 
so there was nothing to do but let her slide. And she slid. 
They tossed Prince Williams up in the air, while they stood 
upon the banquet tables, and they tossed Frisbie up in the 
air also. Finally, during a lucky lull in the cyclone, the 
Commander made a little speech wherein he said, manfully, 
that he did not want any office, and that he was very, very 
glad indeed to have the honor to be simply a member of 
the N.A.A. Fine! But the master of ceremonies had his 
aforesaid suspicions, and he waited a fit moment to test 
them. He asked those present to forward him their printed 
tickets, and they came from all quarters. He sorted them 
out with the help of Commander Lohnmann himself sitting 
beside him. Hm! They began to appear interesting. 

The next day he got Frisbie and some others at his desk, 
and showed them their election tickets in their own hand¬ 
writing. They were voting for “Second Vice-President,” 
at the very head of the ticket. The master of ceremonies 
simply said, “You're a nice bunch, aren’t you?” What 
did Frisbie say? Oh, just this: “Say, Mac, we didn’t know 
what we were doing—honest, we didn’t.” 

But that gang certainly appeared to love Frisbie and 
Prince Williams! It may have been that gang which that 
night stood treat to everyone who came into the bar—no 
one knows. But it is rumored that a certain leader said 
the drinks were on him and pocketed the bar checks, and 
passed out with the crowd without paying. No one can 
swear to this story, but it has been going the rounds. It 
should not be believed, for Frisbie would not do this, nor 
Prince Williams, much less sell airship rides for two bits. 

There was a peculiar thing happened at the Banquet 
which few appeared to observe. There was a great room 
full of husky trouble-lovers, with throats like barbed wire 


THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER 

Oh! say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light, 

What so proudly we hailed at the twilght’s last gleam¬ 
ing? 

Whose broad stripes and bright stars thro’ the perilous 
fight, 

O’er the ramparts we watch’d were so gallantly stream¬ 
ing? 

And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air, 

Gave proof thro’ the night that our flag was still there. 

Chorus 

’Tis the star-spangled banner oh! long may it wave 
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave! 










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PARR, P. R., 3012 A St. 

PARR, S., 2703 S. Sixteenth St. 

PARSONS, 1328 N. Thirteenth St. 

PASS, A. P., 408 Wharton St. 

PAUL, J. A., 655 N. Forty-fourth St. 

PEARCE, J. H., 1341 Mifflin St. 

PEARCE, L., Pt. Pleasant, N. J. 

PEARCE, W. F., 314 Quincy St., Brooklyn, N. Y. 

PEDDLE, G. C., 5709 Warrington Ave. 

PEEL, R., 1310 Jackson St. 

PEELO, J. J., 1041 Reese St., Bryn Mawr, Pa. 

PEIRCE, C. D., Arnolds Mills, R. I. 

PELL, T. E., 3300 Spring Garden St. 

PERLEMAN, A., 618 Cross St. 

PETTY, S. W., 2414 N. Broad St. 

PHILLIPS, F. L., 1421 Arch St. 

PHOENIX, R. S., 1739 S. Mifflin St. 

PIKE, R. W., 4915 N. A St., Olney 
PILCHARD, C. S., 4400 Pine St. 

PLACE, E. J., 2526 S. Colorado St. 

POLNICH, B„ 1948 S. Redfield St. 

POMEROY, G. M., Thirteenth and Spruce Sts. 
PONTIERE, S., 1733 W. Sydenham St. 

POOLE, M. J., 2110 E. Garnet St. 

POST, E. T., Toms River, N. J. 

POULTNEY, J. W., 4161 N. Sixth St. 

POWELSON, A., 2639 Colorado St. 

POWERS, M. J., 3114 N. Carlisle St. 

PREST, H. M., 54 0 Park Ave., East Orange, N. J. 

PRETE, VICTOR, Blue Bell, Montgomery Co., Pa. 

PRIMM, L. B., 1624 Spruce St. 

PROCTOR, H. G., 39 N. Sycamore St., Clifton, Del. Co., Pa. 
PROLEY, G., 629 Webster St. 

PULLEN, E. M., 930 Spruce St. 

PURSEL, B., Burnham, Pa. 

PYOTT, A. M., 1616 S. Twelfth St. 

QUINN, T., 2744 Latona St. 

RADCLTFFE, A. Z., 2032 S. Eighteenth St. 

RADCLIFFE, D. W. C., 5317 Yocum St. 

RASCH, WM„ 2112 S. Woodstock St. 

RATHERT, G. A., N.A.F. 

READING, T., 2414 N. Broad St. 

RECKFORD, J. K„ Enl., N.A.F. 

REGAN, B. J., Enl., N.A.F. 

REIFF, E. H., 5227 Warnock St. 

REIS, H. F., 2126 N. Thirty-second St. 

REMMLEIN, J., 502 Marlyn Rd. 

RHOADS, E. L., 184 0 N. Twelfth St. 

RICCIARDI, J., 1210 Christian St. 

RICHARDS, C. E., 1818 N. Sixteenth St. 

RILEY, J., 2541 S. Ninth St. 

RINKER, A. M., 2321 S. Twenty-first St. 

RINKER, ED., 2321 S. Twenty-first St. 

RIPLEY, F. W., 4337 Osage Ave. 

RISLEY, H., 1626 Jefferson St. 

RITCHEY, H. D., 4621 Chestnut St. 

ROBBINS, H., 540 Paxon St. 

ROBERTS, J. A., General Delivery, Phila. 

ROBERTS, LT. W. E., 3542 N. Nineteenth St. 

ROBERTS, P. R., 2838 Diamond St. 

ROBINSON, I. R., 322 Mercy St. 

RODGERS, H. E., 1509 Porter St. 

RODGERS, J. W., 2211 S. Bucknell, Phila. 

RODGERS, S. J., 2434 N. Franklin St. 

ROSE, O. L., Asbury Park, N. J. 

ROSEN, A., 510 Watkins St. 




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i ubbing on a sharp file. All right, but along came a fellow 
that through some magical means made that bunch of 
hoboes sing lusty songs as though they had been in rehear¬ 
sal for months and months. How did he get that herd of 
shorthorns to sing parts and refrains with such splendid 
harmony? I do not know. Do you? Can’t you hear “Old 
Black Joe” yet? Well, there’s a long, long trail we all 
shall travel someday, but I don’t want to hear any better 
music then than I heard that evening. That singing was 
the climax of a perfect day. (Major Hoxie—boy, page 
Major Hoxie—we just want to say, Major, you were all to 
the goods that night, old man. M T e salute you, and we want 
you to lead us again. Yep, you can lead that bunch over 
the hills and far away—and you’ll lead our recollection in 
years and years yet to roll around, roll around, of that 
night of melody.) 

Through a misdeal the banquet quit too soon, but that 
didn’t halt the funmaking for a host of crowds. One gang 
captured several automobiles and they shoved off into the 
night and any old place. Mounted cops were chasing them 
all night. They were heard to pass along the Northeast 
Boulevard about five in the morning singing, praying, and 
ringing their toy bells. Several other gangs were chased 
out of several hotels. One gang held up till three in a 
caravansary eating eggnog and swapping opinions of this 
that and the other one about the NAF. They had lots of 
opinions to swap, until the bar booster threatened to mop 
up the place with them. They invited him to do it, just 
to see what he would look like as a mop. 

A few more things, then farewell! 

Since we were forming an association, why shouldn’t we 
form a good one? Why-er-of course! What should we do, 
then? Get President Wilson as a member? Fine! And we 
did. Just read this dandy letter. How did we do it? Well, 
one explanation is as good as any. We wanted the best 
official in the United States for the best gang in the United 
States. It’s terribly simple. 

Then, if you please, it was easy to get the Secretary of 
the Navy. Didn’t the President belong? Of course! There 
you are again. And the good old fellow actually stopped 
long enough over the matter to write us a few words with 
his own fist. Look at his letter. Do you wonder why every 
man jack in the Department swears by him, and not at him? 


Fart of the Banquet Menu 

The following material may be substituted for officers: 

Salt Oysters with Bronx Cocktail 
Eggnog Soup 

Filet d’Sole, white wine sauce 
Virginia Ham, champagne sauce 
Lettuce Salad with French wine dressing 
Baba Au Rhum 
Benedictine Demitasse 
Haig & Haig Tea 

Drinking water—Red Raven Splits 









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ROSENBURG, J., 2324 N. Leithgow St. 

ROSS, A. P., 1421 Arch St. (Y. M. C. A.) 

ROTE, W. T., 2022 Spring Garden St. 

ROUSE, C. E., 1722 N. Sixteenth St. 

RUDOLPH, F., 2442 W. Oakdale St. 

RUDOLPH, R., 411 Haddon Ave., Collingswood, N. J. 
RUSH, N. R., Willow Grove, Mont. Co., Pa. 

RUSSELL, J. R., 1551 N. Twentieth St. 

RUSSELL, W. C., 1309 Wolf St. 

RUTAN, M. L., 6124 Ludlow St. 

SAGE, A., 331 Arch St. 

SAGER, P. W., 1711 S. Broad St. 

SAKS, G., 435 W. George St. 

SALISBURY, T., 242 Reed Ave. 

SANDERSON, A. A., 2110 S. Nineteenth St. 

SASSE, J., 2624 S. Bouvier St. 

SAYER, B. V., 1802 N. Fifteenth St. 

SCALI, D., 1616 S. Benlek St. 

SCARSDALE, E. B., 1740 N. Thirteenth St. 

SCHAAF, J. G., 2203 N. Twenty-ninth St. 

SCHAD, A. S., 2007 Van Pelt St. 

SCHEEL, P. F., 824 S. Twelfth St. 

SCHERER, F., 2330 S. Lambert St. 

SCHIMPF, F. J., 4221 N. Ninth St. 

SCHLECKER, H., 2127 N. Seventh St. 

SCHMIDT, J. W., Drexel Hill, Phila. 

SCHMOEGNER, J., 2538 Collins St. 

SCHNEIDER, J., NAF 

SCHOETTLE, E. J., Eleventh and Brandywine Sts. 
SCHRADER, G., 2248 N. Ringgold St. 

SCHREY, R., 2429 S. Eleventh St. 

SCHWAM, M., 1927 S. Seventh St. 

SCIACCA, A., 1014 Mountain St. 

SCOTT, J. W., 1231 Ritner St. 

SCOTT, O. J., Riverton, N. J. 

SEERY, J. E., 471 Dearborn St. 

SEIP, F. H., 3809 N. Ninth St. 

SEKA, J. H., 14 Highland Ave., Chestnut Hill 

SENGE, J. J., 756 Thirteenth St., S. E., Washington, D. C. 

SEROLI, JAS., 527 Fitzwater St. 

SEVERN, B. D., 2733 S. Sixteenth St. 

SHAEFFER, G. N., 2227 Green St. 

SHAEFFER, J. R., 3731 N. Seventh St. 

SHAEFFER, W. E., 2227 Green St. 

SHAFFER, R. L. L., 6117 Lensen St. 

SHARPLESS, J. F., 1212 S. Millick St. 

SHAW, C., 1831 Mt. Vernon St. 

SHAWDA, FLOYD, 38 N. Third St., Shamokin, Pa. 
SHEEHAN, W. J., 5464 Delancey St. 

SHELDON, G. W., 1313 N. Sixty-first St. 

SHEPHERD, H. W., 1315 Spring Garden St. 

SHEPHERD, W. S., (Enl) 1317 Snyder Ave. 

SHERIDAN, J., 2516 S. Nineteenth St. 

SHERMAN, R. H., Dalton, Pa. 

SHINE, MORRIS, 930 N. Hutchison St. 

SHOHEN, B., 949 Passyunk Ave. 

SHORR, A., 1928 S. Eighth St. 

SHUSTER, A. M., 7361 Claredge St., Fox Chase, Pa. 
SIEGEL, H. U., Hotel Utah, Salt Lake City, Utah 
SIEGEL, S., 1326 Spring Garden St. 

SIMMERMAN, C. T., 2624 S. Sixteenth St. 

SIMMERMAN, W. W., 2255 N. Camac St. 

SIMONS, M., 1931 S. Seventh St. 

SINEX, G. E., 2625 S. Fifteenth St. 

SIPPEL, ED., 3604 Walnut St. 



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But the Commandant had to be handled a leetle dif- 
feiently. That was done “officially.” Read his letter 
likewise. There you have it all. I can say no more. 

Along in December, funds were not coming in, and there 
was a slim chance of doing anything with our low funds. 
Printed matter was needed badly for receipts, etc., and the 
idea evolved itself to kill several birds with one stone and 
beat the printer to it. That is, to have some receipt forms, 
etc., printed, and to tack on a few paragraphs of advertis¬ 
ing matter. So came the Bulletin. It took famously. The 
boys throughout the Factory thought it great. But when 
the printer charged $42, the perpetrator threw a fit or two. 
He became pacified, however, when he observed the mem¬ 
bership increase to almost twice the expenditure. Then 
the second one was gotten out, and it was a favorite child 
also. It also paid. In January the Executive Committee 
suggested it be continued, but the secretary insisted he 
would be too busy getting out other things to bother with 
the third issue. But the little journal would be a fine way 
for the fellows to keep in touch with one another. 

Now, fellows, go straight—home! Good-night, Amer¬ 
icans! 

BEN MAC. 


THE AIRCRAFT SMILE 

THE MAN WHO GROWLS 
AND RAILS AT FATE 

WILL NEVER REACH 
GOOD-FORTUNE’S GATE. 

A SMILE AND SONG 

WILL LIGHT THE WAY, 

AND MAKE LIFE’S PATH 
ETERNAL DAY. 

SUCCESS IS HIS 

WHO NEVER SHIRKS; 

SO SING AND SMILE 
WHENE’ER YOU WORK. 


FROM SANITARY CHIEF COLBY 

Dear McClure: 

Just a few lines with you this evening. How is old 
Philadelphia now? 

This Sunday I have been asked to talk on what the 
Navy did in Air Craft, so my thoughts have been going 
back to the old days of happy ten hours and OH! that 

W- Hash! I am at home now and get THREE meals 

every day. Great Life. 


L. J. COLBY. 


















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SIXSMITH, M., 1240 Palmer St. 

SKLAROW, M\, 1413 S. Third St. 

SLADE, B. P., 1208 S St., Lincoln, Neb. 

SLAYMAKER, JR., S. E., 4600 Chester Ave. 

SLEATH, J. V., 56 Herman St. 

SLIFER, W. B„ 2306 Green St. 

SMELKER, A. M., 210 S. Thirty-sixth St. 

SMITH, B., 2622 S. Sixteenth St. 

SMITH, F. P., 2444 S. Twentieth St. 

SMITH, JAS., Gen. Del., Phila., Pa. 

SMITH, M. E., 1218 Master St. 

SMITH, W., 2622 S. Camac St. 

SMITH, W. E., Maple Shade, N. J. 

SMITH, W. G., 1911 Columbia Ave. 

SMITH, W. J., 31 Wiota St. 

SMYTHE, J. F., 2516 S. Nineteenth St. 

SMYTHE, J. J., 1715 Edgeley St. 

SNOOK, H. E., 2030 S. Garnet St. 

SNYDER, A. M., 4 725 Torresdale Ave. 

SNYDER, BERNARD, 1327 E. Sedg'eley Ave. 

SNYDER, C., 5737 Beechwood St. 

SNYDER, J. L., 5333 Chancellor St. 

SOLARI, D. J., 6121 Lansdowne Ave. 

SOLOMON, E. W., 1414 N. Etting St. 

SOPONARI, J., 1139 N. Ninth St. 

SPECTOR, MICHAEL, 1647 S. Lawrence St. 

SPENCE, JR., D. J., 4048 Chestnut St. 

SPIERS, J. C., 16 Simpson Rd., Ardmore, Pa. 

SPIERS, ROBT., 800 Greenway Ave., Syracuse, N. Y. 
SPINELLI, C., 1519 Clarion St. 

SPROUT, C. H., 100 N. Edgewood St. 

SPROLE, F. N., c/o E. L. Engel, Fortieth and Walnut Sts. 
STAFFORD, G., 1842 Vineyard St. 

STAFFORD, G. O., 1842 Vineyard St. 

STAFFORD, R. M., 2317 S. Twenty-first St. 

STAHL, J. W., 732 W. Lehigh Ave. 

STAMM, H. B., 40 Charlotte St., Lancaster, Pa. 

STARK, E. M., Enl., N.A.F. 

STEIN, R„ 1903 N. Eighth St. 

STEINBACH, MR., 2123 N. Park Ave. 

STEPHENS, R. L., 715 N. Nineteenth St. 

STETLER, J. L., 128 N. Fifty-second St. 

STEVENS, D. H., 5016 Walnut St. 

STEVENSON, J. F., Newport Apts., 16th and Spruce Sts. 
STEVNSON, J. H„ 6733 Leeds St. 

STITT, W. R., 86 Railroad St., Ilion, N. Y 
STOCKDALE, J. J., 6215 Buist Ave. 

STOLLENWERK, W. O., 622 N. Fifty-sixth St. 

STOUDT, H. L., 669 N. Sickles Ave. 

STRAUSS, A., 2442 N. Orkney St. 

STUART, W. B., 2100 S. Broad St. 

STULL, G. D., 2222 S. Fifteenth St. 

STUMP, S. F., 2821 N. Taylor St. 

SULLIVAN, W. J., 2544 S. Juniper St. 

SUTTON, V. P., (Toms River, N. J.) 2220 S. Broad St 
SWAN, J. J., 1202 Arch St. 

SWEENEY, E. J., 2427% E. Huntingdon St. 

SWEENEY, J. E., 2116 Thorpe St. 

SWIHART, H., 3819 Baring St. 

TABLER, H. C., 7005 Cresheim Rd., Mt. Airy 
TALLI, A., 1012 Dickinson St. 

TAYLOR, J., 3243 Irving St. 

TAYLOR, J. A., 2527 S. Broad St. 

TEAK, W. A., 3460 Kensington Ave. 

THEURER, W., 2535 S. Twelfth St. 



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TESTIMONIALS 

Concerning- Old Doc NAP’s Elixir 

Forsam et haec olim memisse juvabit. 

(Translation.) 

Perchance one day even these things will be amusing 
to remember. 

“It is written in our recollection with marks that fade 
not, how fine it was to serve at the NAF.” 

“We were craftsmen of cunning hand aiming to ensnare 
the Hun.” 

“Lots of forgings, castings, tin, 

When it comes to Inspection they think of ‘Slim.’ ” 

“Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub—here comes Delaney— 

And Delaney’s the lad to give you a STUB.” 

“We spent a year organizing our NAF. May we never 
disband to the music of defeat.” 

“The Americans at the NAF were blueblooded aristo¬ 
cratic democrats, with red blood in their veins, and white 
ways.” 

“Riches may fly away, but I do not want to lose my 
memory of Aircraft days.” 

“I shall always have a pleasant memory of the NAF 
days—if the clock won’t stop it’ll tick off minutes filled 
with recollections.” 

“Credit is always given an A-l worker in the Brad- 
streets of the NAF.” 

“Give her a try—let’s see what happens. First a field, 
and then a factory at the NAF.” 

“Who said shoemakers couldn’t wax into airboat 
builders?” 

“I am glad I could do a little bit to win the big war.” 

“Here’s to our meeting again, with few prayers and a 
doxology of goodfellowship.” 

“Glad to be one in the wonderful NAF crowd.” 

“The NAF membership—the finest lot of men sifted 
together into a heap of usefulness.” 

“Days never to be forgotten on the paysheet of life.” 

“Let the wingbeams be the best; 

The NAF flies o’er the crest.” 

“I’m proud I’m an NAF-er. Let’s keep the gang together.” 

“Let us cherish the kindly memory of the splendid 
spirit of good fellowship, co-operation, and democracy 
found throughout the NAF.” 

“The householders of Philadelphia know the NAF bunch 
for honest men and true.” 

“Give the flier a fair chance. Let’s help pay his way, 
and make his air troubles lighter than flakes of snow.” 

“Being superintendent, all I did, of course, at the NAF 
was walk around. \ et who doesn t love a delightful 
saunter when there is good company!” 




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THOMAS, A., 2025 Chestnut St. 

THOMPSON, P. H., 2551 S. Seventeenth St. 

THORBAHN, H. C., 155 E. Chestnut St., Lancaster, Pa. 
THURBER, W. E., 365 Blackstone St., Providence, R. I. 
TODD, E., 720 S. Fifty-second St. 

TODISCO, S., 1615 S. Seventeenth St. 

TOME, G. S., Red Lion, Pa. 

TOMLINSON, WM„ 2629 S. Thirteenth St. 

TOPANI, E„ 1525 S. Hicks St. 

TOPHAM, E. S., 2520 Marshall St. 

TOWNSEND, E., 13 W. Frazier St. 

TOWNSEND, ELI, 3841 N. Percy St. 

TOWNSEND, H. S„ 1929 N. Broad St. 

TREWORGY, JOHN E., W. Mt. Pleasant, N. J. 

TRUITT, E. C., 6011 Allman St. 

TUCHMAN, J. A., 2413 S. American St. 

TULLAR, R. J., N.A.F. 

TUNMORE, MR., NAF 
TYRRELL, J., 3977 Terrace St. 

URWILER, C. J., 2440 N. Sixth St. 

UTING, W. W., 1431 Poplar St. 

VALENTINE, E. B., 1536 N. Sixty-first St. 

VAN HULST, H. A., 2413 S. Hicks St. 

VAN NOTE, F. H„ 1636 S. Broad St. 

VAN SANT, H. C., 1909 Mt. Vernon St. 

VAN WEGEN, D. G., 1346 Ellsworth St. 

VETRONE, A., 2137 Fernon St. 

VINCENT, E. P., 1606 S. Broad St. 

VOEGELE, C. F., 2203 S. Twenty-first St. 

VOIGT, A. W., 1722 Arch St. 

VONDRAN, J. L., 2648 S. Camac St. 

VORHEES, A., 2530 N. Seventeenth St. 

VORHES, A., NAF 

VOSS, C., Mascher St. below Dauphin St. 

WAGNER, Sgt. A. B., 1914 N. Twenty-third St. 

WALL, E., 553 N. Randolph St. 

WALLER, J., 1816 N. Twenty-third St. 

WALMSLEY, W. L., 4135 N. Sixth St. 

WALSH, F. C., 623 N. Sixteenth St. 

WALSH, J. J., 1849 N. Bouvier St. 

WALSH, W. S., 3570 Shaw Ave. 

WALTER, F. F., 1600 S. Fifty-sixth St. 

WALZ, F. G., 813 Elm St., Camden, N. J. 

WARD, THOS., NAF 

WATCHEHOWSKY, C., 1738 Blavis St. 

WATERS, WILBUR, E., 3630 Darien St. 

WATKINS, A. G., 2450 Glenwood Ave. 

WATSON, F. C., Route $3, Media, Pa. 

WATTS, HENRY, 3443 H St. 

WEAVER, J. W., 2765 N. Bonsall St. 

WEBER, ALBERT, 201 W. Girard Ave. 

WEGGE, JOS. E., 1632 Edgeley St. 

WE1N, H., 2115 S. Second St. 

WEITZEL, E. J., 51S S. Conestoga St. 

WELLINGTON, H. L., 5533 Willows Ave. 

WELLS, MR., 2020 S. Broad St. 

WENZEL, JR., F., 2902 N. Sixth St. 

WERTLEY, W., 1933 S. Twenty-first St. 

WEST, E. B., Monmouth Beach, N. J. 

WHELAN, J. A., 2324 S. Broad St. 

WHILDEN, C. B., Mauricetown, Cumberland Co., N. J. 
WHIPPLE, J. W., 36 W. Stratford Ave., Lansdowne, Pa. 
WHITE, SAMUEL, 1532 Columbia Ave. 

WHITE, W. J., 2909 Carmel St., Camden, N. J. 

WHITE, W, L., 5528 Wayne Ave, 




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"I came to do my bit at the NAF and I did it—well- 
done and brown, especially in August, 1918.” 

‘‘Not all fun, but the Huns outdone.” 

“Truth is an NAF virtue and must triumph at last. The 
varnish of lies wears off sooner or later.” 

“A man who never made a mistake, never bumped into 
a lovely dame in the dark.” 

“Production is not produced with theories and dreams. 
A little NAF kind of work makes a C-l rise from a pencil 
sketch and soar above a ruffling sea of clouds.” 

“It's something to be always Reddy.” 

“Ah, ha! The young inspector.” 

“I would like to have my old bunch of crooks back 
again.” 

“Long will the friendships and acquaintances of the 
NAF days be dear.” 

“Be brief rather than tedious—aircrafty rather than 
cunning.” 

“Keep the homefires burning to light the lads’ way 
home.” 

“Doped, friends, till the end of time—but, oh, what 
happy dreams.” 

“We worked day and night that right should ride, with 
the wings of victory, over might.” 

"I spent the coin of days very profitably at the NAF.” 

“The NAF boys were the finest bunch of he men in 
all the world.” 

“After all, it’s people who count most in this world. 
Never mind the pompous—let us stick together we are 
the U. S.” 

“Let’s make the airplane industry the greatest in the 
world.” 

“We shot ’em across.” 

“It takes the Yanks to put them across.” 

“We helped send the Kaiser to Holland.” 

“Let’s always be one of the boys.” 

“They asked for speed and we gave them a cyclone. 

“Within a year we may see a 10,000,000 H. P. aircruiser 
take the Aircraft crew to France and back again. 

“Sorry to part with the happy hours at the Factory.” 

“Aircraft days were the best ever. 

“Judas Priest, fellers, we seen our dooty and we done it. 

“Pokyhonus.” 

“Good old happy days.” 


What happened to DeBus when the armistice was signed 
_yeh, what did happen to him? 


—Blough. 







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WHITFIELD, C., 318 S. Third St., Colwyn, Pa. 

WHITNEY, B. M., 1416 Snyder Ave. 

WHITNEY, B. M., 1740 N. Thirteenth St. 

WICKENSIMER, L. S., 1628 N. Seventeenth St. 

WIGHT, C. V. B., 1412 Pine St. 

WILBERT, STANLEY, 2418 S. Broad St. 

WILCOX, GEORGE, 2412 S. Sixteenth St. 

WTLLERT, MR., 1618 Oregon Ave. 

WILLIAMS, A. P., 16 N. Frazier St. 

WILLIAMS, LT., c/o Austin Baldwin Co., 44 Whitehall St., 
New York, N. Y. 

WILLIAMS, S. T., 4101 N. Ninth St. 

WILLS, ELDON, 2220 S. Broad St. 

, WILLSE, C. D„ 2729 Lehigh Aye. 

WILSON, CHAS., 2052 S. Garnet St. 

WULSON, S. M., 81 Beechwood Drive, Darby, Pa. 
WITBECK, M. V., 482 Franklin Ave., Nutley, N. J. 
WIZEMAN, JNO. WILLIAM, 312 N. Sixth St. 

WOLF, E. B., 2163 N. Twelfth St. 

WOLF, H. J., 2313 S. Mildred St. 

WOLFE, JAY, 210 S. Thirty-sixth St. 

WOODRUFF, W. R., 3709 N. Fifth St. 

WRIGHT, Manufacturing Office, N.A.F., Navy Yard 
WRIGHT, E„ 1919 S. Eleventh St. 

WURSTER, W., 1633 N. Marston St. 

YOCUM, F. B„ 1608 S. Broad St. 

YORKES, R. J., Morton, Pa. 

ZAHN, R., 635 N. Forty-fourth St. 

ZEID, C., 813 Winton St. 

ZEISLOFT, A. W., 538 Righter St. 

ZEPPERLEIN, C., 711 N. Ninth St., Camden, N. J. 
ZIEGLER, D. H., 2825 N. Twentieth St. 

ZIEGLER, J. M„ 260 S. Cecil St. 

ZIMMERMAN, WILLIAM F., 635 N. Twelfth St. 

ZOSLAW, E„ 1738 N. Twenty-first St. 

ZULANF, E. P., 1618 Oregon St. 


OLD MAN “WORLD” TO THE AEROPLANE 

Stick with me, old plane, I need your support. 

To carry my mail and afford me new sport, 

To insure for my people autocracy’s fall 
And establish democracy once and for all. 

W. J. CALEY, 
Engineering Dep’t. 


The White House 
Washington 

26 November, 1918 

My dear Mr. McClure: 

I am sorry to say I did not have time to turn 
to your letter of November 22d until it was too 
late to answer it before the banquet on Monday 
evening, I am very sorry. Of course, I am glad to 
accept honorary membership in the society, and I 
hope you will thank the men very much for giving 
me that evidence of their friendship. 

Cordially and sincerely yours, 

(Sd.) WOODROW WILSON. 

Mr. John McClure, Chairman, 

Naval Aircraft Association. 










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’Round Mother Earth, so far and wide, 

Ole Kaiser Bill he takes a ride. 

Whar he goin’?—That’s sum plain; 

An’ that Aircraft hook gives Bill a pain. 

—A. Loeb. 


AIRCRAFT DRAFTING ROOM RULES 

1. Always have a few mistakes of omission or com¬ 
mission in your work—the checker or inspector is paid 
to find mistakes. 

2. Consider yourself the equal of any and the superior 
of most. 

3. Don’t bother too much about punctuality—it’s an 
old-fashioned idea to be always on time. 

4. Any time you feel like taking a day off—take it; 
the rest can manage for one day. 

5. If you want a raise in wages or change of work 
don’t ask your immediate superior; go to somebody 
higher up. This will cause your own chief to think very 
warmly of you. 

6. Never hurry on a rush job—there is probably no real 
need for it anyway. 

7. When a hard job looms up, or extra responsibility, or 
blame for errors, duck and duck quick! A good boxer 
can always sidestep. 

8. Having carefully observed some or all of the fore¬ 
going hints; go to your boss and demand a raise—this 
will almost invariably bring speedy results. 













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PART OP A LITTLE LETTER 

W ITH apologies for writing without solicitation and 
having heard so much favorable comment within 
the last few days regarding the Naval Aircraft Associa¬ 
tion, it may not be amiss to mention a few casual remarks. 
They follow something like this: “How about the parade 
in the shop, wasn’t that the greatest thing ever pulled 
off, who would have thought it possible to get floats 
and all the other things together in so short a time?” 
“Say, it takes the Aircraft bunch to do things, no wonder 
they refer to them as classy, in the Naval Aircraft Asso¬ 
ciation Bulletin.” “What did you think of the imperson¬ 
ation of Commander Coburn? I heard him say that that 
was the best thing ever, didn’t think Lieutenant Reek- 
ford had nerve enough to do what he done, anyhow it was 
the best thing I ever saw.” “How about Pell and the 
submarine, that make-up of Sis Hopkins by the engine 
body was immense.” “Wolf wasn’t bad by any means, 
Gantz System.” "I couldn’t get that fellow from the 
accounting department.” “Big Sig. Severn’s impersona¬ 
tion was a hit.” “Seen a fellow with a camera taking 
pictures as we were passing, suppose the pictures will 
be in the souvenir book.” 

“They tell me the girls had a Ball at Mercantile Hall 
and it was a great success, they should receive some 
sort of recognition, but for mine, I think the Naval Air¬ 
craft Association would be better off without them.” 
“Say, do you know that the N.A.A. has enough members 
to have some kind of a club room where they could meet? 
I am going to see what I can do, I am going to advocate 
that.” F. F. W. 


THE CANADIAN MAPLE LEAPS 

Toronto, Canada (All during the war).—Two NAF men, 
Messrs. Fairweather and Heiden, are in town inspecting 
seaboats at the Curtiss works here. They have been seen 
also inspecting our Canadian female products, with appar¬ 
ent cheerfulness and hope. It is said one of the girls, with 
a Scots accent, will consent to add another gem to the 
beauties of the U. S. The two visitors will also return to 
the NAF to advocate knocking off work every afternoon to 
take tea about 4 or 4.15, rather liking that Canuckian 
custom. 

They report their success with us in obtaining female 
relations will attract other Camdenites to our city. They 
speak very highly of Captain D’Orsay, the admiral in 
charge of shipments at that “somewhere” port of embarka¬ 
tion. The mayor has been called upon to begin celebration 
proceedings at once. 


When George Lowenthal—known among mortals as 
Low,—started for camp, Low’s programme was quite an 
extensive one beginning with the personal capture and 
presentation of Hindenburg to Pershing, becoming the 
recipient of the Croix-de-Guerre, the V.C. and a few other 
incidentals. After his return from his “extensive” stay 
at camp, he remarked. “Oh well, I guess it’s back to the 
old grind, if I had at least gotten a Hun I wouldn’t mind.” 


DRUMM 

There is a man in the High shop by the name of Drumm; 
He is hard to beat in more ways than one. 










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A BELATED DREAM PROM THE DOPE FIEND 

LIEUTENANT VERNON—The Ace of the NAF 

He took me up 1300 feet without a quiver, 

And brought me down safe on the river. 

Why, boys, I would be the worst kind of a flivver 
If I did not call him an ace. 

He piloted a seaplane, took me 1300 feet toward my 
future home, carried my life in his vest pocket for 20 
minutes, brought me back safe to the old Delaware with¬ 
out even getting my feet wet. "Wasn’t that a grand and 
glorious feeling? Why shouldn’t I call him an ace? 


MR. ROSS. The dapper, suave, smooth-talking chap 
of the Panel department. No relation to Betsy, but has 
worked hard for the flag. An optimist of the first water. 

MR. SWEENEY. Some picker when it comes to Gen. 
Hel. Fern. A ramble through his department would con¬ 
vince the most skeptical. If you get caught in any of 
their webs tell it to Sweeney. 


Grace Shaefer had the key to more lockers and hearts 
than many a damsel. In the awarding of emblems of 
honor and service insignias she ranks second to Marshal 
Foch only. 


The Secretary of the Navy, 

Washington 

November 23, 1918. 

My dear Sirs: 

I wish you to be good enough to extend to the 
members of your association of war-workers who 
have performed signal service in the new line 
calling for skill and talent, my thanks for the high 
honor they have done me in electing me a member 
of their association of war-workers. 

I appreciate the invitation to attend the banquet 
on Monday evening, November 25th, and regret that 
my engagements already made, deny me the pleas¬ 
ure. Will you give my greetings to those fortunate 
enough to be present? 

Sincerely yours, 

(Sgd.) JOSEPHUS DANIELS. 


Navy Yard, Philadelphia, Pa. 
Commandant’s Office 

November 29, 1918 

From: Commandant. 

To: Naval Aircraft Factory Employes, 

Mr. John McClure, Chairman. 

The Commandant, Navy Yard, League Island, has 
the honor to acknowledge your letter of November 
22, 1918, making him an honorary member of the 
Naval Aircraft Factory Employes, which honor he 
accepts with great pleasure. 

Very truly yours, 

C. F. HUGHES, 

Rear Admiral, U. S. Navy, Commandant. 








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AIRCRAFT OFFICE RULES 

Rules for Stenographers, Typists and Clerks, Adding 
Machine Operators, Etc. 

1. Conserve air by eliminating some of the unnecessary 
conversation. 

2. Conserve shoe leather by remaining at your desk; 
remember you are supposed to be a typist and not a 
floorwalker. 

3. If you are hungry, go out and get something to eat; 
don’t hang around chewing the rag. 

4. We have wheatless days and meatless days; let us 
have feetless days, keep your feet on the floor—not on the 
desk. 

5. Don’t acquire the saving habit to such an extent that 
you go home with a pocket full of postage stamps every 
day. Just because you write on a machine don’t think 
you have to get light-fingered. 

6. If you feel you must exercise your vocal cords 
during office hours, please sing, hum or whistle something 
German so that the rest of the office force will have an 
excuse for bombarding your dome with paper weights. 

7. Any person or persons having as a part of their 
lunch Limburger cheese, will kindly adjourn to the roof 
until the ordeal is over. There is a strong reason for this. 

8. If you feel that you must steal a typewriter now and 
then, please leave the desks, we can get a new typewriter 
any time but desks are scarce and hard to move. 

9. Just because they are using a lot of ammunition in 
Europe, don’t think you have to powder your nose every 
ten minutes. 

10. Make this world safe for democracy; stop throwing 
milk bottles and other rubbish out of the windows. 

11. As Benedict Arnold said in his famous Gettysburg 
speech: “Eight hours for the men who work, seven hours 
a day for the Government clerk,” twelve hours a day for 
the female of the species and don’t sneak off before 
quitting time either. 

12. Save a loaf a week; just because you’ve got a crust 
don’t think you can loaf around all day. If you are well 
bred, don’t roll in here with a bun on either. 

13. If you feel that you must wipe up the floor with 
something, use the mop; we need the telephone operators 
and office boys in our business. 

14. Talk is cheap, however, please don't monopolize the 
office telephones. Occasionally we like to use them for 
business purposes. 

15. You are permitted to work your jaws all you like- 
chewing gum. If you want to preserve the gum, don’t 
attach it carelessly to desks and chairs—we don’t want 
to get stuck up. 


There Has Been Much Discussion Whether Pants Is 
Singular or Plural. 

Seems to Me When Men Wear Pants It Is Plural and 
When They Don’t It Is Singular. 

Men Go on a Tear in Pants and it is All Right. 

When the Pants go on a Tear it is All Wrong. 

To Make Pants Last Make the Coat First. 

—Grammley. 











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THIS IS WHAT IT WAS ALL ABOUT, IN 
THE WORDS OP A COMMON MAN 

Pour score and seven years ago our fathers 
brought forth on this continent a new nation con¬ 
ceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition 
that all men are created equal. 

Now we are engaged in a great civil war testing 
whether that nation or any nation so conceived and 
so dedicated can long endure. 

We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We 
have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a 
final burial place for those who here gave their lives 
that that nation might live. It is altogether proper 
and fitting that we should do this. 

But in a larger sense we cannot dedicate, we can¬ 
not consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The 
brave men living and dead who struggled here have 
consecrated it far above our poor power to add or 
detract. The world will little note nor long remem¬ 
ber what we say here but it can never forget what 
they did here. 

It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated here 
to the unfinished work which they who fought here 
have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us 
to be here dedicated to the great task remaining 
before us; that from these honored dead we take 
increased devotion to that cause for which they 
gave the last full measure of devotion; that we here 
highly resolve that these dead shall not have died 
in vain; that this nation, under God, shall have a 
new birth of freedom, and that government of the 
people, by the people, for the people shall not perish 
from the earth.—Lincoln. 


Now, then, what are You going to do about it? 

“God must love the common man, else He’d never 
made so many of them.”—Abraham Lincoln. 








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Thank you! This is said, in behalf of the Reader, to all 
the Fellows who made this Logbook, and especially 
to those Fellows whose stuff had to be left out, and par¬ 
ticularly to Cubberley, who designed our pretty Poster 
Cover. Take another look at it. 

Did you know Wagner of the Cops had six or seven sons 
in France? 


As a Parting Shot, remember, Ben 
Bolt, though Bill Bolshevist preaches 
six days’ rest and a seventh of sleep, 
The Maker of All Things worked so 
hard He simply had to Rest on the 
Seventh. And it is a Hard job trying 
to be a millionaire, so let’s just be 
Common Men. Anyway, the old Scot’s 
idea still wears well, i. e., an Honest 
Man’s above a king. Besides, until 
Bill Bolshevist makes a new Uni¬ 
verse, six days’ labor a week is still 
the Recipe for turning Corn into 
Daily Bre ire. 


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